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.

322. Chapter 322 Seana-bration

Rise or Fall

Chapter 322

Note: Fun with new formatting, fam! Introducing, script style.

Dedicated to Fam Member Chrissysmiles and her late husband for their anniversary (July 3rd). Love, respect, and thanks to you both.

"Hey, Seanie."
"What? You want to sit over there? There's no room."

"No, you clod. That chick is eyeballing you."

"She's looking at me?"
"Hey, trust me. I find it hard to believe, too. Now, get over there and make a move."

"H-hi… hello."
"Hi. Are you new around here?"
"Sort of. I live never here."

"I've never seen you at school. Trust me. I would have remembered."
"I'm actually kind of homeschooled."

"Seriously? Sorry!- I'm Maya."
"Sean."

X

"Hello?"
"Maya, it's me."
"Hey, Sean!"

"Shhhh! Keep your voice down. I swear these walls are made of ears."

"I'm sorry about all this sneaky stuff. It just gets really weird being here alone at night."
"I take it that means your mom still isn't home."

"Nope. She called a little while ago. She's putting in an extra hour at the hospital. You think I'd be used to it by now."

"Yeah, I know. Listen, I should be free around five tomorrow. Well, today, I mean. Want to get together?"
"That sounds great."

X

"Ahhhh!"
"Uh, Maya, it's me."
"I know it's you. That's the problem. It's you and it's me standing here in my gawky sunflower bathrobe with curlers in my hair. Did your house burn down or something?"
"No, actually I snuck out. I'll be dead either way it goes."
"… What?"

X

"Your mom's pretty cool."
"She can be. She's usually too tired to complain much if nothing's on fire… So, you're leaving in the morning."
"For a week."
"I hope you have a great time with your family."

"Thanks. I'm looking forward to it."

When the staring between them only went on, Sean finally tilted his head forward. They shared a brief kiss on the lips.

"… Merry Christmas, Sean."
"Merry Christmas, Maya."

XXX

July 4th, 1963

Between their tiptoeing and mutually infectious laughter, the teenage pair maneuvered through the greenery like hyperactive burglars.

"Are we fleeing the country? Because that kind of defeats the purpose of the whole holiday."
"Unless we go full-blown patriotic and form our own country," Sean glibly countered, maintaining a strong clutch on her hand. He soon caught sight of their destination. "Here we go. Passport to perfect."

Maya gazed up at the monumental structure. "You want me to suicide plunge with you? I'd prefer to leave more to bury than splatter puddles."

"Promised you the best view there is, remember?"
Growing more serious, Maya brought up, "I thought you weren't supposed to fly without Magneto around. You're not even wearing your wing outfit."
"Unfortunately, Banshee would blow our cover, big time." He guided them to the attached steel ladder. "After you. I'm right behind you."
Maya lightly poked him in the chest. "You better be." As she started up, she inwardly praised her decision to wear a tank top and denim shorts instead of a skirt.

Sean remained only one rung beneath her until they made it to the peak of the satellite dish. "One castle in the sky, all for us."
Spinning in place, Maya proclaimed, "I'd take the dungeon if it was all for us." Sean captured her by her thin waist and she held tightly to his upper arms. "Think they miss us on the surface world?"

"The wallflowers?" Sean scoffed. "Not a chance."

Maya glanced over at the initial ignition that led to the array of fireworks in the sky. "Sean, look."

"I am." He caressed her cheek, receiving her brown eyes again.

Rising on the tips of her toes, Maya met him in a kiss as bursts of jade and sapphire painted their skin.

XXXXX

On route for the stairs, Leon stayed in place when the familiar figure linked to his brother's arm came into view.

"Oh, Leon," Holly acknowledged once she faced forward. "Hello."

"Holly Hughes," he recognized, peering between her and Alex. "I see Trick isn't the only one who likes to make an entrance."

Holly claimed, "The Pattycake's always been my greatest influence."

Leon said in turn, "I can relate."

Alex clapped him on the shoulder then put forth, "Come on, Hol. Wait until you see the new digs."

As they took their leave, Holly piped up, "We'll chat later, Leon."

The long-haired male raised a hand in salutations.

"Raining redheads around here." He gazed back to see Melissa headed for him. "Who's that one?"
"Holly Hughes, Trick's sister," Leon answered. "And Alex's proof-of-pulse."

II

When the tour of his Hovel concluded with the gym, the owner prompted, "So? Better than the pictures?"
"Infinitely." Holly dragged the back of her hand down his cheek. "Granted, that's true of a rubbish heap so long as you're in it." She danced fingers across his resulting smile. "The big brother tells me you started the day off with a funeral of all things."

"That was more of a memorial for our fallen kitty clan." Alex started them back the way they came. "The funeral was for my dignity." He sat on the couch of his lounge area. "As I'm daily reminded that soon both Big Foot and Banshee will have cashed in their V-cards ahead of me. Hell, at the rate I'm going, so will Brian."

With a soft laugh, Holly made herself comfortable in his lap while continuing to eye him. "I'm prepared to rectify that if you are, stud."
Alex matched her adoring gaze. "Don't send my BP into hyperdrive, beautiful. You already invade my head every night. Huge thanks for that after a long day, by the way."

Holly replied, "Merely returning the favor. Come, come." She hopped up, hanging onto his wrist. "I have another idea."

Alex reacted with, "Uh oh," but allowed himself to be whisked away by the spirited ginger.

In the hall, they nearly collided with another and far more recognizable face, though Holly feigned bewilderment. "Pardon my staring, great Adonis, but you bear a striking resemblance to this scruffy little boy I used to sit for. Once held the record for most eggs thrown on Halloween."

"One of his nicer qualities," Alex quipped.

An equally floored Frank flapped his arms. "Real deal, Hol."

At their shared embrace, Holly affirmed, "Definitely you. Oh, let me look at you." She stepped back and he performed a slow spin for her. "It's a stud bumper crop. Not surprised to hear there's a new lady in your life."

The teen grew immediately uncomfortable. "Listen, Hol—"

"Invite her over for this evening." Holly linked up with Alex again as she added, "And tell her to remember her swimsuit."

Eyebrows arching for a moment, Frank nonetheless headed upstairs to use his private line.

XXXXX

"I'm a genetic mutant- all of us here are. That's what we're really here studying at this school."

"A genetic mutant? I don't understand. You're not missing any fingers. You look completely—"
"Normal? Guess I'm one of the luckier ones. Maya, all that stuff you read about in biology class. About genes and the effects on the next generation. Mutations have already started in people today."
"…This actually makes sense, believe it or not."

"It does?"
"I was a little scared you were in a cult for a minute. An endlessly happy cult, but… My God, this is amazing- you're amazing, Sean."

"No, trust me on this. You're the amazing one in this scenario."

X

"Did you have fun?"
"You know I did. This is shaping up to be the summer of my life. Now, that I'm with you, Sean."

X

"Well? What'd you think?"
"I don't think I've ever been so scared. But I kept wishing my feet would never touch the ground. Thank you so much for sharing this with me, Sean."

"I love you, Maya."
"I know that. I love you, too."

"I mean it. I'm really in love with you. I have been for a long time now, but I didn't say it out loud at first because… this type of thing usually ends up pretty bad for me."

"Me, too."
"I don't care what anybody ever says. What adults say, what my family says- either one of them, no one. I always want to be with you, Maya."

"Please say you love me again."

"I love you."
"Please kiss me again."
Sean did.

XXXXX

Outside the door, the mental mutant detected the lethargic yet not entirely at ease vessels on the other side.

Scott?

Without loosening his grip on the miniature bottle for a moment, the petitioned one glanced over gleefully. It's open, Rebecca. Careful, though. The itty bitties are finally napping.

Becky unashamedly relished the way his internal voice spoke her name. The specific tone differentiated completely from other members of their household, she could likely recognize it through a concussion. When she entered, in addition to seeing Kiki and Trav sprawled out on the baseball champion's bed, she swooned over his current position. Scott kept Grace securely snuggled in his unyielding hold while conducting her feeding.

Keeping her voice hushed, Becky quietly made her way over to them. "Good God, she is so cute."
"I know," Scott concurred wholeheartedly. "Grace sure is a pretty name. I wouldn't mind having a little girl with it. Katherine's my favorite, though- with a K."
"Mine's Erika," Becky said in turn. "With a K."

"Katherine Erika…" As soon as it left his lips, they shared a mutually sour expression.

"Erika Katherine," they corrected in unison.

Returning to her original purpose, Becky exercised her telepathy again. I have to tell you something, but nobody else can know. Not yet.

You got it, Scott vowed without hesitation.

You know how Cordy and Fabian took us to visit Joey's art school? At his nod, she went on. They're holding drama auditions tomorrow and Cody and I are going.

Scott's eyebrow skyrocketed. Cody? As in Howlett? Half-pint body with a ten-ton mouth is into drama?
It was his idea, believe it or not. It's a support thing since I wasn't so sure about it at first. But he's right because if I get in, I can be there for Joey and Laci.

I'm coming with you, Scott determined.

The girl's delight echoed through her mind. I was really, really hoping you'd say that.

Hey, wherever we need each other, like always. Speaking of, can you take over? He gently gestured with Grace. I have to rehearse with the guys and it'll take all of us to pry Joey from those paints.

I gotcha. Becky gladly accepted the warm calico into her eager arms.

Before he slipped out, Scott softly kneaded Trav's hair and left a peck on Kiki's right temple.

As she continued handling Grace's bottle, Becky mentally repeated her selected verses for the following day.

IIIIIII

Twist and shout
Come on, come on, come, come on baby now
Come on and work it on out
Well, work it on out, honey
You know you look so good
You know you got me goin' now
Just like I know you would

Stationed at the stereo, a hip-thrusting Trick sang in tune. With a ladle acquired from the kitchen serving as her microphone, Holly twirled over to join her brother and the British Invasion. Brenda and Samantha played volleyball against Frank and Jessie. Shrieks sounded from the pool over Cordelia and Nate's swim-tag. They also attempted to evade Alex, Leon, and Jam's triple water pistol assault. Creeping in from behind, Raven seized Alex's gun. When he promptly attempted to reclaim it, his twin obtained shielding courtesy of Jam's broad shoulders.

The exuberant greeting of, "Que pasa, hombres," signaled Fabian's arrival through the rear of the mansion.

"About time you got out of the mirror," remarked Brenda. "Where'd you leave Coll?"
Samantha fielded that with, "He's staying in with Max."

"And el pequeno's milking every drop of sympathy," Fabian added then opened his arms to receive a bouncing Cordelia into them.

They shared only the briefest of kisses before Fabian felt unwanted moisture on his jaw. He peered over Cordelia's ahead at Nate's ear-to-ear grin with Leon's borrowed squirt gun in his possession. Though he did not speak, Fabian's expression displayed his intentions enough for Nate to take off running.

Brenda whooped and gave chase as well.

Laughing, Jessie gripped Frank's arm to stay upright.

From the patio chairs, Erik laid with Brian attached to his chest and picking at the hairs. Alana and Emma lounged on either side of him, all with shades covering their eyes.

"Holly Hughes is back in New York for all of three hours and already the party's underway," an unsurprised Alana noted of the younger ginger.

Emma peeked out from under her shades. "That isn't the only thing already underway."

During the next song, Holly joined Alex in the pool to engage in an impromptu aquatic dance. Frank followed Jessie's tugging lead for a dip as well.

With a kiss to Brian's cheek, Erik quietly instructed, "You remain a Lab Mouse. You've no need for Minnie."

"Do I detect a Cabana Boy?" came from Emma upon sensing her husband. She lifted her head for his lips to brush against the corner of her mouth. "How was your rehearsal?"
"Trying." Charles squatted beside her chair. "And you can interpret that for whatever meaning you prefer."

When he felt the teeny fingers in his hair, the Professor playfully snagged at Brian's hand.

Unbeknownst to the fanciful flock below, keen brown eyes maintained visual over their activities.

"You and your beau certainly have an affinity for balconies." Melissa glanced back at the female elder's voice. "I do understand the appeal." Kayla started towards her. "Away from the world while remaining aware and above it."

Melissa claimed, "It's not about being above it. Like that really matters, even if I did qualify."
Kayla gazed down alongside her. "Then why aren't you playing with your little friends?"

Melissa gave her a sardonically amused expression. "I have nothing to do with that alpha-kappa-beta whatever scene. I stomach these fests for Maya's sake. And Lee's. But Brenda is the most tolerance I have for the Perky Patrol. I don't have nearly enough immunities for Princess Pyramid down there." She watched Holly direct Samantha, Brenda, and Jessie in shaping their bodies into the letters that made up 'success' while chanting them. "Christ, could she be any gaudier? As if that desecrated American flag she calls a swimsuit wasn't enough."

"The girl does love to flaunt," Kayla concurred, "a life that should be yours." The Blackfoot woman waivered not at all over Melissa's resulting stunned glower. "Vibrant coed cheerleader, lighting up every room she enters, the most eligible big-man-on-campus hanging off of her…"

"I love my man," Melissa stated fervently. "The rest is buried in the past, pompoms and all."

Kayla placed her eyes on her now. "The bile and resentment coming off you in waves say otherwise. I recognize it anywhere. Not a day goes by that I don't experience it in some form. Against those I call my friends at that."

When Melissa responded, her voice hardly contained volume. "I cannot hold it together the way you can."

"For what you went through at such a young age, you're faring much better than you think," Kayla said matter-of-factly. "Honey, the only thing wrong with what you're feeling, is that you can't see how much you belittle yourself in the process."

"What are you talking about?"

Kayla explained, "The reason you're up here is that you feel you don't belong down there." Touching a hand to her back, they both stared forward again. "Look at them. Your man with Alex and Jamal- those that consider you lesser despise their friendship, but there they are together regardless. So are Trick, Holly, Emma, Erik, Raven, and I don't need to tell you the reason behind Fabian's opinion towards most of humanity."

"You really don't," Melissa agreed slightly vacantly.

"More than a few of them down there look up to you, though you think they shouldn't."

Melissa asked her, "Where do you find the time to keep track of me?"

"Time is something I've always had in abundance," Kayla replied plainly. "Many I love can't say the same. Now, go on." She offered an encouraging pat to her back. "You could stand a dip after toiling in that honeymoon suite. Besides, turpentine really isn't your fragrance."

Melissa thought about something. "There wouldn't be an extra water gun around here, would there?"

"If he can handle the interruption from whatever he's currently scheming, I believe my big son's arsenal may interest you."

A gleam developed in her gaze and Melissa shifted out of sight.

II

Finished in the studio with the rest of the quintet for the time being, the teenager in olive green shorts and his circular sunglasses settled in the Hovel jacuzzi. His pale skin absorbed the rejuvenation the moisture offered. When his companion of choice slipped out of her floral bathrobe, he promptly sat up straighter. His betrothed stood in a two-piece swimsuit with a colorful pattern that echoed the tropics. Maya only took the time to pin up her flowing hair before properly immersing with him.

"Smashing party," beginning with his shoulders, Maya's lips adorned his skin, "isn't it?"

"Groovy to the highest caliber darling," Sean agreed drolly.

"Leave it to the Hughes siblings to breeze in and provide exactly what we needed." Maya eyed him amorously. "A convenient diversion from the Matrimony Militia."

Sean placed his hand on the small of her back to press their forms together. "Are you sure you're okay with holding off the move?"

"Absolutely," Maya reaffirmed uninhibitedly. "Our family brought us together in the first place and they still need us. But tonight is just as important as Saturday. Sean, come Sabbath tomorrow, we won't see each other again until the altar. This is my last night with my boyfriend. Yours with your girlfriend."

"True, but baby, you know we stopped being the sweet high school steadies a long time ago."

"I do know." Maya put forth, "And soon the rest of the world will, too."

Sean tipped his chin to connect foreheads with her. "Think the boogey fever crew noticed we're MIA yet?"

"Notice the wallflowers?" Maya grinned tantalizingly. "Not a chance."

Eyes closing, the hypnotic sensation of wingless flight coursed through him while she rubbed his ankle tenderly.

XXXXX

"Charles and Erik mentioned canceling classes tomorrow."

"I think that's a good idea. Like anyone's minds will be on tonight's reading assignments, anyway."

"Yeah…"

Maya looked over to see that Sean had eased himself into a chair, clutching one of the pillows against his chest.

"Sean?"

"Why him He told me that's how his powers really grew, guys attacking him. But Trick is…"

"He's so good to people. He doesn't let anything stop him from being so warm and welcoming and fun."

"Does being nice just make you a target?"

"It feels like it."

X

"So… only forty five minutes left and I want to be the last guy you kiss at sixteen."

"You're the only guy I've ever kissed, period. Now, you're the only one I want to kiss."

"…It's weird."

"What?"

"We live in the same house, we eat together, go to school together, but at night it feels like we're miles apart."

"I love you… I love you so much, Sean."

"I love you, too. I'm leaving for the club early tomorrow so I can help Trick with final setup. I'll be waiting for you."

"I'll be looking for you."

X

"Maya," Hank transferred the toddler over to her arms, "get her on the jet. I'm not going anywhere without my wife." He turned to go with no further words.

"And I'm with you." Sabretooth followed after but glanced back. "You two get the baby to safety, now!"

Banshee and Maya exchanged a brief look before running in the opposite direction.

They made it to the fire escape without delay, only to meet up with another guard.

Fed up, Maya kept hold of the tiny girl while using her one free hand to go to her holster.

"Get out of our way!" she commanded before unleashing a supercharged volt from the jeweled taser to the center of the encroacher's chest.

He bellowed at the top of his lungs.

The moment he dropped onto the stairs, Banshee and Maya kept on for their destination. The girl continued sleeping throughout.

XXXXX

Dawn allowed for no time to revel in its luminous glory. All able bodies past the infancy

Stage sprang up and about by six. Trick and Holly claimed the kitchen to prepare European pastries and caffeinated beverages. It allowed the rest of the house some semblance of leisure while the siblings went over lyrics. Erik with Tommy all but fused to his lap, Alana, and Frank enjoyed the spread before all four loaded into Erik's sedan for WU. With Brenda and Melissa having stayed over, the available bridesmaids-Cordelia included- and sole squire resumed work on the third floor. The McCoys, Sean with Alex, and Victor took their individual vehicles to the airport to pick up Edna, the Cassidys/Walshs, along with the returning Angel and Adrienne. In the backyard, Maya, Cody, as well as Leon took part in morning tea and meditation with Logan.

Charles smuggled Brian, Todd, and Mira into the master suite so that Emma could help Kayla at the Underground Academy for a few hours. With Scott giving his attention to Kiki, Trav, Midnight, Grace, and Bounty, Joey and Becky assisted with the babies. The adult telepath kept Todd attached to his chest. To no surprise, the kneading youngster yearned for his currently preoccupied father and/or brother. Charles placed the bulk of his focus on soothing him. At how merrily wrapped up in a coloring book Joey and Brian became, He suspected his older son's artistic diligence from the previous day had paid off. Looking to where Becky played a color matching game with Mira, Charles sensed his niece's mind to be partially elsewhere. Not exactly on the wedding from what he could tell. With no mental alarms sounding, he opted to let it pass for now.

IIIIIII

Alana prompted, "Monosaccharides."
Frank listed, "Glucose, fructose, and, uh, galactose."

At the last one, Tommy peered away from the window. "Galactose? Isn't he one of Superman's bad guys?"
"No," an amused Frank replied, "one of mine. Galactose is a sugar that's almost as sweet as glucose, but not nearly as much as sucrose. It's actually a C-4 epimer of—" Realization striking him, the older boy declared, "That's it, it finally happened. I'm Hank now."

With a smirk, Erik said, "I'll be certain to let him know his diabolical scheme has, at last, succeeded." He pulled up in front of the nearly deserted campus. "Make sure you have everything, boychick."

"On it.' Frank crammed his biology notebook into his backpack. "Okay, I'm good."
"Knock 'em dead, champ," Alana bolstered. "You have this test in the bag."

"Thanks, Mom." Frank got out through the righthand passenger door. "'Kay, later, Dad. Later, Je—" In an attempt to clear it, Frank shook his head. "Bye, Tom." He exchanged quick matching smiles with Alana before he started inside.

IIIIIII

Firm grip on the slightly modified cane, the seemingly taller redhead stood in the center of the floor to address the gathered.

"Maya and I want you to know that we appreciate all of you, the family that's flying in, the gifts we've already been given, but let me be clear. No matter who shows up on Saturday, there are exactly two Cassidys that matter here. Me and more importantly, Maya. My wife worked really hard planning this wedding and trying to accommodate everyone. Because of everything the Professor, Emma, the Howletts, and Erik have seen us through, they're going to be joining us at our main table in the same places of honor as the rest of you. I'm only letting you know right now not as a courtesy, but as a warning. If any one of you says or does anything to upset my wife, you will be removed from our Temple and our lives." Pausing shortly, Sean prompted, "Any questions or concerns on that front?"

From her living room armchair, Lauren listlessly piped up, "Sweetheart, no one has awaited this affair more than I have. Strap me to the ceiling fan for all I care."

Seated on her righthand armrest, Alex let off a snort.

"Son, fruit of my loins," beside Doreen and propping his sluggish head up with his fist, "I just spent ninety palpitation-inducing minutes in a fossilized aircraft with Chief Pilot Senility over there," he indicated Flynn, who sat on the opposite sofa with Lydia, "to avoid an eight-hour drive and a king's ransom trying to book flights over July 4th weekend. Not to mention the extensive time I already spent explaining to my side of the family that you're marrying a Scottish Protestant. Do you know how long it took to convince your Uncle Aksel that this Messianic Movement isn't some kind of cult?"
"Uncle Aksel?" Alex recognized, looking at Sean. "Isn't he the family pr- um, patriarch?"
Sean bit back a snicker and nodded.

Liam stated, "A position he ensures no Cassidy forgets."

"King of the Stiff Shirt Clan," declared Flynn.

Lauren shrugged. "My side of the family's been doing cartwheels over Maya not being an old maid as long as I was."
"No greater sin than living to thirty with no ring to show for it," Doreen sympathized.

"Sean, beloved," Lydia spoke, "is there anything else? We have a feast to fix and still need to settle in."
"Only one more thing, Gran," Sean replied before casting his gaze on his parents. "Since Maya and I are taking our time moving out of the mansion, I want Tommy to stay with us until then. Dad, you can't exactly help him get ready for basketball season and Mom, I want him part of Move-in Day so his room is altogether the way he wants it. No matter how hard I'm working, I am not slacking on that kid again. Things are too good between us now."

"That's wonderful, sweetie." Doreen touched Liam's thigh. "The boys are on a great track and the alone time has been good for us."
Liam bobbed his head and said to Sean, "I take it that's why he isn't here. You promised to coax us, as usual?"

Sean confirmed that notion with, "Some things never change. Alright, so," he glanced around, "that should do it, family."
"You two have Maya's room," Lauren informed the Walshs then turned to the other couple. "The guestroom is ready for you."

"Hold it," came from Flynn, "one more question."

Sean responded, "Grandpa?"
"What's with the cane, old man?" Flynn asked brazenly. "What'd you do, come in here planning to bust a few heads in?"

With a chuckle, Sean used the tip of the cane to indicate his ankle. "Nope. Let's just say candlelight and my own dumb feet don't mix."

Growing instantly serious, Doreen moved to inspect. "Oh, honey, you burnt yourself?"

"Just after work one night," Sean told her. "It's fine, Mom." Still, he made no attempt to step away from her touch.

Doreen saw the bandaging that covered the mark. "It must have been horrendous when it first happened. Thank goodness you didn't get an infection."

"He's made sure of that, Mrs. C," Alex assured. "Hank definitely has."

"That's a relief, at least." Doreen arose to take Sean's arm. "I can't believe this happened so close to your big day."

"It's not so bad, Mom," Sean claimed yet a trace of meekness could be heard in his voice.
"Let's get you off your feet." Doreen began steering him towards the kitchen. "I whipped up a batch of fresh brownies last night. With walnuts and almonds."
Sean leaned on her a bit. "Aw, you didn't have to go through all that trouble."
Liam shook his head after the two. "Some things never change."

Highly entertained, Alex got up and started collecting the various overnight bags. "I'll take these to your rooms."

"I'm with you." Liam took his and his wife's luggage. "I need to take a load off before we join the wedding workforce."

"Pretty sweet vacation, huh?" Alex joked on their way upstairs.

IIIIIII

After dropping Alana off at the supermarket, Erik continued to the park with Tommy. In all likelihood, she needed to acquire last-minute ingredients for the following day. Still, Erik strongly suspected Alana wanted him and the quietly clingy Tommy to have some time. The boy became far more alert when Erik guided them over to the playgrounds gushing water feature. Among the other children enjoying the heat relief, Tommy darted back and forth through the bursts. The youngsters laughed and watched in intrigue at Erik staying on his heels, disregarding their soaked clothes.

When a swing became available, Tommy raced to claim it. Erik got into position behind him. While Tommy pumped his legs fine to propel himself, he glowed with delight as Erik pushed him.

At one point, the Poland native whispered, "You wouldn't want to go any higher, would you?"
"Oh yeah, definitely," Tommy responded eagerly.

"Then, hold on with all your might." Erik gently prodded him a little more and scanned their area with his keen blue eyes. He summoned his magnetism to elevate the thin child.

For a moment during the ascension, Tommy felt as if he could snatch the sun right out of the sky.

As soon as he came down, Erik grabbed up the enthused vessel. He ran with Tommy, continuing the sensation of flight by keeping him hoisted in the air. After spinning a few times, Erik dropped into the grass, but ensured the little boy landed on top of him securely.

Catching his breath, Tommy wondered in awe, "How'd you get to be so strong? You're not jumbo like Hank."
"That's how I got to be strong," Erik told him. "I was very thin as a boy and bullied for it more than once."
Both Tommy's eyebrows leaped. "You?"
Erik nodded. "It was much worse after I gained my freedom. I wasn't nearly as malnourished as others, but I was still a feeble teenager. The very picture of an easy target. I worked out extensively, almost going over the edge to ensure I would never become a victim again."

Following the man's every syllable, Tommy put forth, "Daddy… can I tell you something?"
"Always."

"I… I really wish I could hate you," the child confessed. "Or at least, not love you so much."

An unoffended Erik said, "That feeling is what binds us together." He intertwined fingers with the youth's much smaller hand. "It's wonderful and frightening. And it's forever, boychick."
Tommy strengthened the grip as best he could. "Do we have to go yet?"

"No, not yet." Erik lounged in the grass, gliding a hand up and down his back. Not yet.

IIIIIII

A blonde apron adorned Raven answered the front door, discovering another WU student on the other side. "Wow, way to come through on the bulk booze, Jammy."

"I wish. That would've been easier to sneak past my brother and sister." Jam carried the large blue cooler inside.

The other McCoys filled the kitchen. While Kiki and Trav assisted wherever directed, Hank lingered at the island to act as taste-tester.

When his wife returned with the younger male in tow, Hank acknowledged him with, "Hi, Jam," and his children echoed the greeting right away.

The female elder turned from the stove. "Jamal, dear."

The young one in question all but dropped the cooler to hasten over to her. "Auntie Edna." They embraced. "You had me going for a second. I thought Elizabeth Taylor came to cook."

"Your eyes deceive," Edna claimed, "and I couldn't be more grateful."

Trav went over to tap on the cooler. "What's in here, Jam?"

Jam looked towards the little boy and informed importantly, "Half a dozen of my mom's bake-sales-of-legend sweet potato pies."

A chorus of, "Ooh," sounded throughout the room as Trav, Kiki, Hank, and Raven attempted to encroach on the coveted desserts.

"Eh, eh." Jamal rushed to sit on top of the cooler. "Back off, ya vultures. If I can't sneak a piece, nobody can."

Edna viewed her now pouting brood with grand humor.

XXXXX

As if entranced by the melody filling her ears, Maya did not stop moving until she made it inside the living room. There by the lit fireplace, he lingered with his back against the mantle, fingers working over the guitar strings. Coming in closer, the girl in blue top and cream skirt got down near him. Situating herself under his left arm so that he could still play comfortably, she remained silent until he finished the song.

Her attention went to the crack of thunder beyond the windows. "Sounds like another storm's coming. It rained most of yesterday. While you guys were gone."

Lowering his instrument, Sean reclaimed most of her attention again by gripping her chin to bring her into a kiss. Maya held onto both sides of his face.

"What?" she reacted to his suddenly pulling away.

He removed a white box from his pocket and slipped it over into her hands.

Maya noticed the red cutout of a heart on top of it. "A late Valentine?" She took off the lid and her breath hitched the moment she did.

A silver band looked back at her. Two different stones of clear and crimson coiled together at the top. The inner cursive inscription read: Maya and Sean. The redhead then showed his own right hand and the simpler band of equal coloring. He removed it from his finger, revealing matching writing within. He then patted the bottom of the box.

Careful of the ring, Maya found the tiny paper under the cloth and unfolded it to view the handwritten message.

A Promise of Purity.

Because True Love can Withstand the Test of Time.

XXXXX

It pleased Scott that both Kiki and Trav latched onto their grandmother the instant Hank returned home with her. He had been dreading their reaction from having both himself and Sean out of the house. It also relieved him to not have to explain Becky and Cody's intentions for the day. With the wedding hustle and bustle, few questions were asked in general.

Upon exiting Angel's car, the three X-Kids entered the Jones-Broderick Academy together.

"So, this is Joey's big art school." Scott gazed about in clear impression. "Ooh yeah, definitely see what all the fuss was about."

"I know," concurred Becky. "This place is unbelievable."

"Meh," Cody shrugged, "seen one school, you've seen 'em all."

With Becky shortly ahead of them, the three arrived inside the auditorium. It surprised them to discover it so vacant, though they could not complain. While Scott relaxed in a seat, the younger two took to the stage. After much wardrobe deliberation earlier, Becky had come out dressed in a black-purple striped top with elbow-length sleeves with an open black vest, skirt, violet tights, and polished mary-janes. It had taken some nudging on Becky's part, but Cody wore a burnt orange dress shirt that gleamed under the stage lights. It tucked into his dark slacks and his brown oxford shoes covered his feet. He sported a ponytail and Becky kept her curls partially pulled back.

To the far right, a stage door opened and out walked a middle school girl with a woman. A much younger lady came behind them and spent another minute answering a slew of final questions the older female had regarding her daughter.

Remaining quiet, Becky and Cody nonchalantly looked the, presumably, person in charge up and down. Olive skin, silky black hair, dressed in a white dress with a light multicolor poncho over it, she appeared to be perhaps a bit older than Hank. At last, the inquiring woman received all the answers she required. She said goodbye, placed an arm around her silent daughter, and headed down the side steps with her.

Before the other two children could say anything, the woman still on stage greeted them with, "Hello, how are you? Have you come to audition?"

"For sure," Cody confirmed the second question while Becky fielded the first with, "Fine, thanks."

"I'm Margarite Atkins- Margo, please." She came over to shake hands with each of them. "The director will be back in a moment. I'm the assistant director/wardrobe consultant/sanity keeper—"

"Slash professional pain in the seat of my pants." Cody, Becky, along with Scott all peered over at the deep voice that penetrated and echoed across the vast space. All three had to keep from gawking upon finding out the throaty accent belonged to a broad-shouldered man no more than five feet tall.

To his comment, Margo came back with, "Is it my fault that's where the bulk of your brain matter is stored?"

Looking at each other, Becky and Cody managed to bottle their laughter.

Detecting Scott's gaze still on him, the man faced him as well. "Geez, 007, I'd tell you to snap a picture if my mug wasn't outlawed in forty-eight states."

Scott raised his hands apologetically. "Sorry, sir."

"At ease, Miss Manners. It's Zeke."

"Zeke?" echoed Cody and Becky.

"Calling me Ezekiel Giuseppe Zetticci without birthing me is a health hazard. But extra credit if you can spell it." The raven-haired male in sky blue leisure suit and silver shirt made a path for the stage. Jogging up the steps, he pointed to the right stage door and mouthed, "Gone?"

"Just left," an equally relieved Margo confirmed. "Ellie has quite the theatrical resume."

Zeke asked, "Did she even get a word in edgewise?"

"After 'hello'?" Margo thought and recalled, "I heard a little "bless you" when I sneezed. Mrs. Dobbs said we could go over further details after the 4th."

"Great, we'll do lunch next week between noon and half past scratch-my-hairy-hide." Absorbing the duo that currently stood only a yard away, "Jeepers," Zeke released an extended whistle, "just where'd you get those peepers, doll face?"

Becky formed an appreciative smile. "Pretty sure they came in the box with me. Or so I've heard." Further etiquette dawning on her, she presented her hand. "I'm Rebecca Lehnsherr."

"Salve, signorina." Zeke shook the dainty appendage before looking at the boy with her. "How about you, scruffy? Sweet threads, by the way."

"Thanks." The flattered child tugged on the cuffs of his "Cody Howlett."

"Well, how-do, Co-dy." Zeke looked from one to the other again. "You two related?"

"Sort of," Becky attempted to answer.

"Yep, cousins." Cody tossed an arm around Becky. "See, her auntie is my uncle's lady."

"Say no more," Zeke fully comprehended. "I've got a whole flock of common-law cousins. Godbrothers and sisters, godkids..." He pointed out his assistant director. "Like Little Miss Alleged-Sanity over there."

Margo gave off an exaggerated eye roll.

Becky developed a highly content countenance.

"You two seem alright," Zeke noted. "Meaning, your parents are about to make happy-hour my dinner plans for this evening. I take it your folks are still checking out the place?"

Becky immediately appeared confused and alarmed. "The flyer didn't say our parents had to be here."

"They're too busy," Cody chimed in. "We've got a big wedding tomorrow."

Margo's eyes widened. "You parents aren't here?"
"Their business managers?" Zeke ventured next. "Agents?"

"Uh, do school team leaders count?" Cody stretched his thumb in Scott's direction, who only waved.

"Sean Connery over there? Huh, had him pegged as the bodyguard," Zeke remarked before returning to the matter at hand. "So, you're legit here on your own, hm. Alright, for starters, fill these out." He collected two sheets from the display table to pass to each of them. "It's been a slow day and I wouldn't be surprised if you're the last ones with folks taking off for the holiday. Do you both have a passage memorized? A book, play, the Star-Spangled Banner without making up the words as you go like I do."

"Yes," answered Becky and Cody nodded with vigor.

"Take your time and rehearse a little more if you like," Margo encouraged. "When you're done, we'll conduct your interviews."

"Interviews?" a surprised Becky parroted. "You mean we're not just going to try out and come back to check the cast list?"

Zeke informed, "That won't happen unless you make it into the troupe." With that, he lastly offered each one a pen.

II

"You see how they do me at home?" Angel glanced in every direction as they proceeded through the uniquely designed academy. "I'm barely back for a New York minute before these kids got me playing chauffer then want to act all secretive."

"And ditching us on top of it." Hand latched securely with hers, a grin crept across Ben's face. "I love family."

"So much," Angel instantly concurred.

"Besides, this presents us with a rare opportunity."

"For…" Angel let off a small squeak as she found herself suddenly reeled beyond a door that led to a stairwell. "Ben Braunstein, just what in the world are you up to?"

"I think a demonstration would be best." Ben bowed his head to kiss her and she returned it for a great many seconds. "Been waiting on that all week."

"Me, too," Angel breathed, her satisfaction fading almost as soon as it began. "Pretty soon, it's going to be more than a couple weeks here and there, isn't it? It's not like we don't both stay busy as it is."

"Tell me about it," Ben knew. "I didn't even have time to stop by the random pool party yesterday. To be honest, I don't think I was so interested without you and that makes me feel like crap. I'm one of Sean's groomsmen and he's going further away than I am."

"Wanting to be everything for everybody." They lowered to sit on the steps and Angel laid her head on his shoulder. "Everywhere. And here my crazy self thought having reasons to live made life easier."

"Better," Ben corrected. "Worthwhile, fulfilling- easy? Doesn't make the list."

Angel peered up at him with immense fondness. "What are you wasting your time in college for, ready-made preacher boy?"
"The fine art of toying with philosophy professors," Ben half-joked. "Did you make up your mind about the sorority deal?"
"… Almost." She then wanted to know, "What do you think?"

Ben responded, "Honestly, it sounds like a good idea for you. Yeah, we've heard the whacky stories of being in that world, but these girls seem different. They strive for diversity. Imagine what that could mean for Hearts and Stripes Forever. In fact, it'd be a real fist to the face of that backlash from the magazine photos."

Angel shook her head lightly. "People get on my daggon nerves. Calling me a sell-out over my white boyfriend, but where was all this color unity when I was rat-roach poor and living in One-Drop Land?"

"Tell me about it," Ben seconded. "But to tell you the truth, we had a real risk of the entire town being turned upside down to Mississippi proportions after the tagging. People commenting on what we should and should not be doing, talking downright nasty- I'm used to that. I mean, that's part of why we fell for each other. I don't think I've ever been this close to someone who totally gets what it's like to come back from such a bleak past. You have plenty of fans out there who need that from you, too. Focus on them and keep being you."

Angel wordlessly stared at them. "You really need to quit talking before we wind up hijacking Sean and Maya's wedding."

Ben formed an impishly tantalizing expression. "I do mean it, Ang. You were one of my best friends before you became my main squeeze. For better or worse, going to college- going into the world- things change. That's just the way it goes. It'd be a high-kick to the chest to lose you as a girlfriend, but losing you as my friend is something all the logic in the world won't get me through."

"We will always be best friends, Ben," Angel avowed. "I don't care if we have to travel between planets. Nothing can take that away from us." She leaned into his offered arms and made his upper body her pillow when he laid back. She then remembered, "'Main' squeeze? How many concubines do you collect when I go out of town?"

"Only two this week," Ben promised naughtily.

II

A pair of older male students from AV configured the lights for an inimitable ambiance. In accordance with ladylike as well as age protocol, Becky returned to the stage first. The overhead luminescence brought sheen to her eyes and a glowing warmth to her creamy beige skin. Her audience members consisted of Zeke and Margo right up front, the curious AV boys, and more importantly, her fellow X-Kids.

"After that summer, after being friends with Won-a-nee and her young, I never killed another otter. I had an otter cape for my shoulders, which I used until it wore out, but never again did I make a new one. Nor did I ever kill another cormorant for its beautiful feathers, though they have long, think necks and make ugly sounds when they talk to each other. Nor did I kill seals for their sinews, using instead kelp to bind the things that needed it. Nor did I kill another wild dog, nor did I try to seek another sea elephant. Ulape would have laughed at me, and other would have laughed, too - my father most of all." Becky shifted her glance to the left and arched her head back. Her expression became one of reflective serenity and could be heard in her voice's increased pitch. "Yet this is the way I felt about the animals who had become my friends and those who were not, but in time could be. If Ulape and my father had come back and laughed, and all the others had come back and laughed, still I would have felt the same way, for animals and birds are like people, too, though they do not talk the same or do the same things. Without them the earth would be an unhappy place."

Once she faced forward, an indication of her conclusion, the four male youngsters smacked palms together in wild applause. Becky stayed in place, only looking on as one so overwhelmed after landing feet back on terra firma.

When the overly garish wolf whistles started up, Zeke whipped his head over to address the boys. "Hey, prep for mating season on your own time. Show some semblance of class, you pimple-faced puke piles." He looked towards the stage again with features now entirely gracious. "That was beautiful, dear. Where's it from- just, you know," he pointed out the others with his thumb, "so these uncultured rubes are aware."

"It's from Island of the Blue Dolphins," Becky answered him. "By Scott O'Dell."
"Ah, that's a relatively new one, but I've seen it on summer reading lists," Margo recollected.

"I just discovered it last week." Becky bobbed her head Cody's way. "His uncle loaned it to me."
"That's a mouthful to remember in that length of time," Zeke noted, "Not bad, doll," then moved on to another portion of her application. "Says here you're a dancer, too; ballet, tap, ballroom, a little jazz." At that, he requested, "Would the lady grace us with a demonstration?"
"Jazz?" Becky guessed.

"I was leaning closer to this ballroom bit," Zeke informed. He looked around at the boys again. "One of you lug-nuts make yourself useful and partner up with the little lady."

Up at his full height before the older male could fully finish his sentence, Scott made a prompt path for the stage. Cody turned his head to snigger into his shoulder.

"Atta man, 007," remarked Zeke favorably. "Now, give us a little preview to this big wedding you're going to."
Face overflowing with an abundance of gratitude, Becky grasped hands with Scott when he got in proper proximity. Remaining silent, he sent her a furtive smile in turn. When Becky's foot moved first, they took five steps to the right then left. After going forwards and back the same way, Scott brought his palm to her shoulder blade and she laid hers on his upper arm. Their other two hands still clasped, they continued to step in rhythm to one another. At Becky's chin tilt, Scott dipped her. He kept her low very briefly before winding tighter around her waist and hoisting her off her feet with one arm. Becky draped her left arm across his neck and brought the other into the air. Scott spun with her in triple motion, both their facies remaining consistently even. He let her down and moved back a bit, watching her seemingly unstoppable form go into its own twirl. As soon as she did come to a stop, Becky found her vision hindered, having not noticed her lost hair tie. With a toss of her entirely loose curls, she regained full sight.

From the wordless on-lookers, Zeke reacted first with, "You, rest those twinkle tootsies." To the other waiting participant, he said, "You, move your buttskies."

Rising, a nonchalant Cody detached from his seat. Passing the older X-Kids on the steps, he exchanged quiet wrist squeezes with Becky.

When the next child got into position, Margo cued, "Ready when you are, honey."
Lips parting, the boy's brassy booming outburst of, "My nose is gargantuan," created a thunderous echo throughout the auditorium. "You little pig-snout, you tiny monkey-nostrils, you virtually invisible Pekinese-puss, don't you realize that a nose like mine is both scepter and orb, a monument to my superiority?" Cody maintained a high pitch to his voice as he nonchalantly sauntered across the stage as if he caught sight of unsuspecting prey. "A great nose is the banner of a great man, a generous heart, a towering spirit, an expansive soul- such as I unmistakably am, and such as you dare not to dream of being, with your bilious weasel's eyes and no nose to keep them apart. With your face as lacking in all distinction-as lacking, I say, in interest, as lacking in pride, in imagination, in honesty, in lyricism. In a word," Cody veered around sharply, starting for the center of stage again, "as lacking in nose as that other offensively bland expanse at the opposite end of your cringing spine," he stared forward again, pupils ablaze, "which I now remove from my sight by stringent application of my boot!" Raising his leg, he cut through the air in a kick that caused the podium beside him to fall on its side.

While Becky and Scott's eyes widened, those not of their household sat in unblinking astonishment.

Aware of his surroundings again, "Sorry, sorry," Cody rushed to upright the podium again. "I'm really—"

"Hell, Michigan, yeah!" roared Zeke. Getting to his feet, he approached the stage with a grin in place and hands raised. "Cyrano de Bergerac, my man." Cody squatted to go into a double high-five with the older male. "Your school ever put on that production?"
"No, but I used to read the book with my uncle when I was little. My dad loves it, too," Cody told him. "Our family went to see the show when we were still in Canada."

Zeke offered an encouraging clap to the youth's shoulder then turned to declare, "Let's take ten for a little blood sugar reload then we'll move onto the torture chambers. Or, as those born with a spine call it, the interviews."

As the large room dispersed, Margo and Zeke conversed going into the hall. Cody dropped to lay on his back with his tongue playfully panting. His lengthy hair tumbled over the edge of the stage. When he and Becky came close to him, Scott used both hands to mangle the mane. Cody's attempts at protest consisted of mild kitten-esque batting at the taller X-Boy.

IIIIIII

Despite how much it clashed with her midnight blue wrap dress, Maya sported the bright red "No One is Youer than You" baseball cap with extreme self-satisfaction. After twisting her key, she scuttled in ahead of Logan. Going into the living room, they deposited their acquired goods on top of the coffee table.

"Mom!"

"Maya, is that you, sweet lass?"

At the different yet still familiar voice of a female elder, Maya looked towards the adjoining dining room doorway. "Hi, Grandma Lydia." She quickly made a path for the woman's inviting arms.

"I do believe I hear our blushing bride." Face and hands cleansed of excess flour and spices, Doreen came in via the dining space next.

"Hi, M—" Appearing nearly dazed for the briefest moment, Maya smiled widely and hugged her. "I'm so glad you made it alright. How was the flight?"
Doreen glibly replied, "An experience best not discussed in front of Liam."

"Gotcha. Where are they, anyway?" Maya glanced around for traces of testosterone. "Where's Grandpa Flynn?"
"They left for the tailor's after Erik dropped Tommy off," informed Doreen.

Lydia added, "Though, I have no doubt there was a nacho cheese interlude along the way."
"Sounds like my kind of party," Logan piped up. He got their focus off Maya enough to receive proper greetings from them. "You ladies could pass for brides yourselves."

"Thank you, kind sir. You're looking quite smart yourself." Doreen proved initially flummoxed at the rugged veteran's present attire of white collared shirt with navy blazer and pants. The oversized "Hop on Pop" button attached to his left lapel humored the redhead tremendously.

Lydia touched the bill of Maya's cap and put forth, "I will never understand the fashion fads of your generation."

"Oh, my God," the engaged girl practically bounced in place. "We had brunch in Manhattan, but the best part was afterward. My absolutely wonderful father-of-the-bride surprised me with a huge Dr. Seuss event at the Plaza!" She dashed back to the coffee table to rummage through their bags. "Just look at these souvenirs we got. That's not even counting the giveaways." Removing a white cotton garment, Maya eagerly displayed the ladies t-shirt that featured Horton, Cat in the Hat, and the Grinch on the front. Before the impression could fully develop on their faces, she reeled the shirt in possessively. "Touch it and I can't be held responsible for my actions."

"Lord help us all, you and my oldest are a match-made," Doreen spoke with jovial dismay. "This is Sean at one of those comic book conventions."

Still grinning, Maya said, "A few things are for the younger kids."
"Are you sure you can bear to part with anything?" Lydia jested. "You only brought home the lion's share."
"Not true," Logan denied. "She wanted me to knock out the narrator playing Cat in the Hat and throw him in the trunk. Sometimes you got to put your foot down with these kids."

With a bat of her eyelashes, Maya wondered, "Where's Mom?"
Doreen responded, "She went upstairs a little while ago. I think turning her kitchen into a sauna overwhelmed her a bit."

"I can't remember the last time this house was used to feed a huge group." A dazzle-eyed Maya pranced on her toes to exit the room.

"On the wings of angels she is," Lydia proclaimed favorably.

"She isn't the only one, Mother," Doreen stated merrily. "I've finally been granted a girl of my own."

With a tender expression in place, Logan gazed after the departing teen.

II

"Mother, dear," Maya rang out in a sing-song tone once she reached the second floor, "look what I have," she held the t-shirt as if she carried the Key to the City. "Mom?"

Outside the largest bedroom, she noticed the unusual blinking light trickling out from the base of the door. Peering in, a flabbergasted countenance took the place of her merry one and her entire petite form stilled. From the flashing projector onto the crisp white bedsheet, the lifelike images depicted seemed capable of leaping out at them. Despite the mute black and white, the dark-haired man and girl evoked loud colorful reminiscence. After three big breaths, the child with two missing baby teeth blew out the six candles on her cake. The man went from clapping to snatching her up to twirl with her victoriously.

When the fluorescent illumination of the hall forced her out of her entranced state, Lauren glanced back. "Maya." She instantly swiped away at any traces of sorrowful moisture on her cheeks. "I didn't hear you come…" She trailed, taking in her daughter's near catatonia.

Movements resuming gradually, the slim girl's hands trembled as she brought the shirt to her face. "M- Mom…"
Rising from where she sat on the side of her bed, Lauren hurried to the doorway. "Baby."
Once enveloped, Maya buried her head in her mother's shoulder. "I- I…" The salty water burst from her eyes, going into her t-shirt. "I want him here, Mom."

Despite the hushed tone, Lauren grasped the utterance wholeheartedly. "He is." Lauren massaged her back and kneaded her hair. She kissed her head as she reiterated, "He is, MVP."

IIIIIII

(Interior of Margo's office. Blue and purple wallpaper with matching orchid rug. One righthand window with small potted plants lined across the bottom. Honey maple desk overloaded with eclectic little toys, photographs, and various stacks of papers)

Margo: (Places remainder of sparkling strawberry bottled water on the desk as she sits behind it) Right, so contrary to my beloved godfather's attempts at fear tactics, I don't want you to be nervous. With girls, Zeke prefers that I conduct the initial interview. You're going to meet with him as well, but there are certain things you may only feel comfortable disclosing to another woman. So, just relax and be as honest as you can.

Becky: (Finishes sipping through a straw and lowers her own water) Alright.

Margo: Great. Now, where do I keep my… life in general…? (She finds the application still attached to her clipboard and picks it up to review) It's Miss Rebecca… Lens-sir?

Becky: (Looks noticeably pleased and surprised) Yes, perfect, thank you.

Margo: I'm part West Indian. I'm not allowed to flub up names. Do you have any family in that region?

Becky: (Appears startled before rapidly changing her expression) No, no, not at all.

Margo: Oh. I could've sworn your cousin mentioned you were both—

Becky: (Big smile in place) My cousin gets confused- part of being adopted. Because my dad's Jewish and my birth father was Northern European. Cody's mixed, not me.

Margo: Ah, I see. Definitely explains the source of those gorgeous eyes I insanely envy.

Becky: Thank you! I'll trade them for your hair.

Margo: (Coyly) Don't tempt me. (Returns to the clipboard) Now, do you have any history of eating disorders?

Becky: (Blinks twice) Eating disorders?

Margo: Anorexia, bulimia; skipping meals or forcing yourself to throw up for weight loss. Be honest. This will not put a dark mark on you in our eyes.

Becky: (Shakes her head) No, nothing like that.

Margo: What about binge eating?

Becky: Does chocolate after bedtime count?

Margo: God no. (She goes to the next question) Any treatment for psychiatric issues, past or present? This could include severe depression, self-harm, thoughts or attempts at suicide…

Becky: (Eyes widening with every word) No, never, I swear.

Margo: Alright, thank you. I'm sorry about all this and we really don't mean to probe. We just need to be made aware of any needs or issues you're dealing with while in our care. As zealous as I am about the performing arts, the theatre has seen far too many tragedies offstage. Unfortunately, starving oneself for leads, bouts of depression, and even suicide all too often are a result of parental pressure. Since we confirm every answer you give us, we can't emphasize honesty enough.

Becky: I understand. In dance and my old etiquette classes, I met so many girls with these tyrannical mothers. I remember their jaws hitting the floor whenever my dad slipped me candy. My aunt keeps tabs on my extracurricular stuff, but she never takes over. She's fine whenever I want to try different things.

Margo: You are luckier than you will ever know in that regard, sweetie. (Next question) Are you on any prescription medication and/or suffer from any serious medical conditions?

Becky: Double no.

II

(Interior of Zeke's office. Cody sits facing the desk. Windowless with bright light fixtures. A wide variety of awards and gold crucifix symbols are on display along two shelves. The multitude of framed photographs, mostly group shots, make the white walls obsolete. The desk has several pictures as well. One corner of the room appeared specifically designated for a small pink bed containing discarded milk bones and colorful toys)

Zeke: (Enters) Sorry for the holdup, Scruffy. The good iced coffee joint had a Czechoslovakian lineup. (Goes around the desk, sitting his chilled beverage down) Gum?

Cody: Uh, you know you're a teacher, right?

Zeke: Watch your mouth. (Retrieves a pack of Juicy Fruit from a drawer and tosses him a stick) Never take up smoking, kid. (Unwraps and pops a piece into his mouth) The recovery is worse than the conditions. (Reaches up to turn on the ceiling fan before sitting)

Cody: (Chewing and eying the pictures) Is she one of your kids?

Zeke: My favorite. That's Miss Cleo Zetticci. (Picks up one framed photograph of the black and brown animal) One of my godsons has her today. Gift from the family after I KOed the Big C.

Cody: That is too cool. She sure is crazy cute. Yorkie, right?

Zeke: York-Maltese and of course. Mutts corner the market on cute. (Returns the frame to its original position then looks at the beaming child) Alright kiddo, here's the deal. I can be a world-class dick, but I prefer the alternative. I'm not out to condemn any of you kids or judge your circumstances. I need you to be straight with me and I'll be straight with you. Sounds good?

Cody: (Nods) Sounds like my dad, actually.

Zeke: Eccellente, let's dive in.

(They go through preliminary health questions before moving on)

Zeke: So, you haven't been in a ton of plays, but your memorization and recitation are dynamite. What other skills or assets are you packing? Killer kung-fu is clearly one.

Cody: (Snickers) Karate. I'm a blue belt. Ninjutsu, kendo-

Zeke: Whoa, back up. What's kendo?

Cody: It's a fighting technique that uses bamboo swords. It sorta goes like (Notices a long umbrella by the door) Can I borrow that for a sec?

Zeke: (Gestures invitationally) Let's see what you got.

(Cody goes over, retrieves the umbrella, and wields it to perform various swipes as he maneuvers rhythmically)

Zeke: (Whistles) Not too shabby. Reminds me of fencing.

Cody: Yep. (Puts the umbrella back and returns to his seat) Except, our style at home is way closer to kenjutsu. That's an even older one and they use regular swords. I've been learning a load since Becky's dad became my instructor. He is this unbelievable swordsman and even knows more about the traditional weapons than my dad- (Catches himself) That never leaves this room.

Zeke: (Makes a lip zipping motion) You've got some serious skills there, Scruffy. I'll have to keep an eye on you. On the one hand, I want you to walk me to my car, but I'm not altogether convinced you won't mug me in the parking lot. (Chuckles at the child's eyebrow wriggling)

Cody: My dad brought back so much of this stuff from when he and my uncle lived in Japan.

Zeke: Your old man's Japanese?

Cody: Officially, no. We've been in the States for the last couple of years, but we're Canadian. My dad's folks came from up around Alberta and my mom's part of the Blackfoot tribe.

Zeke: Thought you had a Geronimo vibe going. Any brothers or sisters?

Cody: I'm the oldest.

Zeke: Well, well, hotshot on top. The plaque'll be here by morning.

Cody: (Laughs) I've got two baby sisters and a baby brother.

Zeke: Two and two, great deal. Do you have any other activities that may conflict with your time here?

Cody: I can take time off from karate and my other stuff can work around whatever you need.

Zeke: (Nods and goes on) Outside of Cyrano, do you have a favorite play or book?

Cody: Ohh, boy. (Plays with his hair as he tries to think) God, me and my friends live for anything medieval. Robin Hood's probably number one. I like Great Expectations and definitely Oliver Twist.

Zeke: Bit of a Dickens buff, huh?

Cody: Kinda, but I'm usually crazy about guys named Charles.

Zeke: How do you do in school? Remember, be straight with me. This is all getting verified.

Cody: Decent, I guess. I only made one C last semester. I got A's in English and social studies; B's in the rest. I just don't broadcast it. I hate being hassled over my grades.

Zeke: Staying in the shadows like Cyrano. I dig it. After hearing your recitation, those two A's don't surprise me. Alright, let's wrap this up. (Takes another sip of coffee before speaking again) You have some serious high-energy, Scruffy. Enough to put the electric company out of business. And that's just the tip of the iceberg of the talent I believe you can bring to the stage.But I also see that hyper streak in you from a mile away. If you want me to take a second look at this application, you're going to have to buckle down and really focus. You get where I'm coming from?

Cody: Loud and clear, captain, my captain.

Zeke: Real cute, Whitman. Now, scram. Send your cousin in while you're at it.

Cody: On it. (Rises to exit).

(Becky arrives within moments)

Becky: Hi. Margo said to give you this.

Zeke: (Takes the stapled sheet of paper from her. Opens and unfolds it, discovering the detailed notes) So far, so good. (Faces her) Alright, angel face, I want to make something clear. We don't ask personal questions to nose our way into your business. I've been in this industry for over thirty years. I love and live for it. But in that time, I've seen the toll it takes on kids. Too many talented little girls have succumbed to downward spirals. No way am I about to sacrifice the mental and physical health of my troupe just to give me bragging rights. I have enough of those to fill Long Island already.

Becky: (Seated with an amused air about her) I understand, really. Margo went over all of that with me.

Zeke: All good. (Fishes out her application) Your passage was five-star territory, but that fancy footwork of yours knocked it out of the park.

Becky: (Attempting to control her building enthusiasm) Thank you.

Zeke: (Reviewing the application) These are some credentials you have here. Do you really know Spanish, French, and Hebrew?

Becky: From studying with my dad. I don't do any of them flawlessly, especially Hebrew. But we work on it most nights.

Zeke: Your father sounds really involved in what you do. Going by your cousin alone you seem to come from a pretty tightknit bunch.

Becky: For sure. I live for my family.

Zeke: (Face reflects satisfaction) I'm also going to go out on a limb and say you're among Abraham's children. Am I right?

Becky: Yes, you are. We're Messianic Jews, but we have Catholics and Protestants in our family, too.

Zeke: And you haven't broken out into Civil War Round 2?

Becky: Only when my brothers unplug their brains to be obnoxious. First thing in the morning, too when all of us girls trample each other for the bathroom. But since I have to get up earlier than they do just to housetrain my hair, they can go wash up with a garden hose in the neighbors' driveways for all I care.

Zeke: (Chuckles heartily before continuing) Were you adopted as a baby?

Becky: My dad signed the paperwork after I turned eleven, but we met when I was ten.

Zeke: He got the OK to adopt as a single?

Becky: My uncle helped us.

Zeke: You're quite the young lady to be brought up by men.

Becky: Thank you, but that's not totally true. My Auntie Em's been my only mom, even before she married my uncle. I never cared about not having a mother growing up. Now, I want to be like my aunt more than any other lady I've known.

Zeke: Coming from a guy practically born to be an uncle, I can tell you you're an honor for her. (Glances at the application) Is cheerleading the only club you're in?

Becky: I just retired after our team had an undefeated season. I'm not involved in anything right now. I've missed the stage a lot more than I realized.

Zeke: From what I saw today, that's crystal clear. Do you have a favorite play or book?

Becky: Secret Garden, A Little Princess, Pretty Polly Pemberton- so, pretty much everything Francis Burnett ever wrote, thought, or breathed. Lewis Carrol as well plus C.S. Lewis, Laura Ingalls. I'm not as into Jane Austen as much as other girls, but I really like Pride and Prejudice.

Zeke: And that's just off the top of your head? (Using a pen to take notes) I'm just going to write "all those guys". (Becky laughs) How are your marks in school, doll?

Becky: All year I thought science was going to annihilate me. But I had the greatest teacher. He let me do enough extra credit to bump me up to a B-minus.

Zeke: Nice going. I'll level with you, though. I've seen the school systems of three different continents and I have to admit, the structure of our American education is more behind than the Flintstones. We put too much emphasis on shaping you kids into these idealistic modes instead of giving you what you need on an individual basis. There are published studies that prove a learning difference between the Picassos and the Einsteins. I- the whole school really- tend to show some leniency with science and arithmetic grades so long as you show you're making an effort. Besides, I find it a little hard to believe that kids who regularly bring home A's and B's in every other subject plus giving it their all on stage aren't at least trying.

Becky: (Visibly floored) Oh, wow, you almost never hear teachers talk that way. My dad doesn't hit the ceiling over every bad grade, but you know what most adults say. "You're not trying hard enough". "Just apply yourself".

Zeke: "Perfection is an overnight process". Believe me, I get it. Going back to you, permit me to state the obvious. You are a gorgeous girl and I don't just mean that as a compliment. Whether we bridge trolls of the world like it or not, looks like yours give you an advantage in this business. Audiences won't want to take their eyes off you. Heck, before sound came along, all film actresses needed was a pretty face.

Becky: Really?

Zeke: A decent agent didn't hurt, either, but for the most part, yep. Having legit talent on top of that puts you high in the running for my final decision.

Becky: I'm really glad to hear that. Do you know when we'll find out for sure?

Zeke: I know you and your cousin have a pretty busy weekend ahead of you, so I'm not trying to leave you chained to the telephone. Stick around, give me and Margo sometime to deliberate, and you'll know before you leave here.

Becky: Thank you. I appreciate that.

Zeke: And thank you for coming in. Go on and see what Cyrano and 007 are up to.

( As Becky stands, she leans in for a departing handshake with the man. She exits next. Back in the auditorium, she went to the empty seat between the two boys)

Taking her hand, Scott searched her face. "How'd it go?"
Becky watched Zeke leave his office and over to where Margo stood outside of hers. "They have to talk about it. I told him we'd wait. I'm really not trying to lose my mind over this at the wedding."

Arms folded behind his head in offhanded fashion. "In that case, how 'bout we head back to the vendin' machine and load—"

"Hey, James Bond bunch." Making a path for them with Margo in tow, Zeke presented various sheets to the girl and youngest boy as he spoke. "We're going to need a current physical for both of you with your regular doctors. Have them and your folks fill out and sign these forms to confirm the answers you gave to your health questions. If the docs discover a previously unknown condition, make sure you get them to fill out that third sheet. This," he held up a thick packet, "is an agreement between me and your parents, outlining the drama program, requirements, pay rate—"

"Pay rate?" all three children chorused.

Margo fielded that one. "For certain shows, we use an off-campus theatre. Don't worry. It isn't far from here. You'll receive school credit no matter the venue, but you'll be compensated for off-campus shows."

Cody sat astounded. "No foolin'?"
"We seriously get paid?" Becky's incredulity did not waiver. "We had no idea. The flyer didn't say anything about that."
"That's the idea, sweets." Zeke further elaborated with, "See, a number of my students wind up portraying extras or working behind the scenes. Some are here for other programs trying to rack up easy elective credits. Naturally, we have those hauled in by their parents trying to pad their little darlings' resumes, dictate their hopes and dreams, blah- pay off the shrink's mortgage- blah. When it comes to my main troupe, nobody gets anywhere near it without real passion for the theatre. In the case of you two, I had you signed up practically from the word go."

Surprised again, Becky wondered, "You did? Why?"
"You'd be amazed by the power of the first impression," Zeke stated. "Here you two are straight out of Westchester, taking time from your summer vacation to come all the way down here. Don't get me wrong. Agents, legal representation, and even parental support are all fine and good. Also, highly recommended in this and, well, every field. In fact, I encourage your parents' lawyers to go over these documents with a fine-tooth comb. I expect you to be on the up and up with me and I want to be the same way with you."

"So, this is the real deal?" Cody piped up. "We're in."
Zeke answered, "As far as I'm concerned, yes. Officially, not until you get that paperwork signed, sealed, and right back here. Talk it over with your folks and if you have trouble getting a doctor's appointment before the end of the week, give me a call."

"If your parents have any other questions or concerns," added Margo, "our numbers and office hours are listed on the last page."

Cody threw both fists into the air with a triumphant, "Woooot!"

Scott exercised his own fist to knock him on the head while Becky said apologetically, "He's excitable, but at least he projects, right?"

"You noticed that, too, huh?" Zeke quipped.

When realization crept up on him, Scott brought up, "Guys, Angel and Ben."

"Geez, our ride," said Cody.

"Thank you both." Becky got to her feet with the boys. "This was so much fun. I can't wait to start."

"We'll see you soon," said Margo cheerfully. "Have a nice time at the wedding."

"Take care, doll. Catch you on the flipside, 007." Zeke laid a hand on Cody's shoulder as the youngster moved past him. "Pick the lesser of two stupids."

Paperwork hugged to his chest with one arm, the long-haired youth used his free hand for a thumbs-up.

Scott carried Becky's stack. When the trio made it a significant distance out of the lab, he lowered everything onto a nearby bench to spread his arms.

With an elated shriek, Becky jumped into his solid grasp. "Oh, my God, you guys!"

For the second time that day, Scott maneuvered in a circular motion with her. "Nailed it! Knew you would."

Cody poked at the older children. "How 'bout me, huh?"

"Nice job not screwing it up." Scott gently lowered Becky. "Good. I was really hoping I didn't have to pound you into hamburger."

Cody flashed his tongue at him. "Keep it up, string bean and you'll go down quicker than that podium."

"Oh yeah," Scott rolled his eyes, "because everybody knows the hardest target to hit is the one standing totally still."

"Save it for home, you two," intervened Becky. "I can't wait for Joey to hear about this. But not a word to the others until after the wedding. I mean it."

The males agreed and while Scott collected her things, Becky sent Angel a telepathic message. The older girl requested they meet up by the car.

As they started out of the building the way they came, Becky petitioned, Cody? Listen.

The younger child did not care for her telepathic tone. What's the matter?

Thank you for convincing me to do this and I'm really glad that we're in it together, but you cannot go around telling people private things about me. Like being mixed.

Oh, that? We were grabbing snacks and Miss Margo said I have nice cheekbones. When she brought up how pretty you are, I just cracked a mixed madness joke to her is all. She looks different, too and Zeke's extra cool about it. I didn't get into any details about your life. I wouldn't do that.

I appreciate that, but joking or not, that's not something I want to talk about. I love you, Angel, Mira, and Todd, but I'll never be in this club with you. You liked me just fine up in Canada and when you came to live with us. What, do you only care about me now because of last year?

Unusual urgency overtook Cody's features. No way! I never meant it like that. Meetin' you and Joey was the best thing to ever happen to me. I'm sorry for stirrin' this up, really sorry.

It's okay, thanks. Becky hastened to stay in step alongside Scott.

Shoulders slumped, Cody adjusted his sheets and continued after them.

XXXXX

"Do you remember the last time we were in a Winter Wonderland like this?"

"You mean when we fell asleep, woke up scared to the bone by Victor, then left sore for the rest of the day?"

"Hm… a little bit further back. The flight?"

"Of course I remember. That was one of the greatest experiences of my life."

"Sharing it with you- every single part of my mutation- has been the greatest of mine," Sean told her. He stopped to turn and fully face her. "So, why do you keep hiding from me?"

Concern developed in her eyes. "What do you mean? I've missed you so much."

"You haven't been honest with me, Maya. I don't think you have been in a while. Worse than that, you've been doing that thing where everyone prods me away on the basis that I'm too stupid to comprehend the bad things in life."

A guilt rich shine entered her eyes. "Sean…"

"My heart's been breaking for you over Tricie and not just because I feel sorry for you. It's because I remember that feeling. When I found out about Becky's abduction, I could have flat lined on the spot. Sebastian Shaw was so lethal, Alex's powers couldn't even graze him. He killed Darwin right in front of us. Horror stories I can handle, but that didn't stop messing up my head for weeks after it happened. Becky and I could spend hours alone together in the library and just never- never bug each other. Being around her was enough to make most days better. I just knew that I was going to get to Montana and find out that Shaw had… it's taken a lot for me to forgive Angel."

"Sean, I am so sorry. Honey- honey, I swear it wasn't you. I just couldn't go through that again. Those stares, their pity, being alone like that…"

"You are not alone, Maya."

XXXXX

At his third yawn in fifteen minutes as well as his general lethargic posture, Hank reached for the little boy. He caressed the blonde hair as his large palm made a path for the child's forehead.

"Okay, no fever," Hank deduced. "What has you this worn out before dinner?"

Seated at Trick's piano, Charles looked their way. "He's zonked because he started off the day like a good little one, helping with the small babes. Then, he decided to be a wayward little one and not take a nap as Daddy advised."

"Aw, Dad," Joey protested, "I told you I just had a few things to finalize. It's not my fault we had to wake up to roosters today."
"Parents are an endless hindrance to ingenuity," Hank sympathized.

Starting up "Chopsticks" on the piano, Charles commented, "I'll be sure to pass along that interesting observation to your mum."

Hank shot the older male an unamused look that the Professor did not see. However, the smirk that slid across Charles' face confirmed he sensed the sentiment as he continued tinkering with the black and white keys.

"Being a parent and uncle myself now," the sizable specimen of a mutant lifted Joey up from the desk, "what do you say to a little early bedtime tonight? I'll take your turn to straighten up the barn. So you can recuperate, of course."

"Okay, thanks, Uncle Hank." For now, Joey rested his head on the dutiful doctor's shoulder.

When the two missing members of the quintet entered the studio together, Charles acknowledged them with, "At long last. We can rehearse before nightfall. Of 1970."

They included the added bonus of Tommy attached to Sean's back.

Hank quipped, "You slackers trek through Middle-Earth without us?" His teasing expression subsided when he fully took in their far too serious faces. "Is everything okay, guys?"

A concerned Charles moved to stand. "Seanie?"
"My mom gave me this a little while ago. She was so tired, she forgot it was in her purse." The redhead presented the newspaper he had with him. "Extra, extra, read all about Sean "Crooning" Cassidy."

"Uh oh." Being the closest to the entrance, Hank reached for it first. "I take it the critics weren't on a mission of mercy."
"Oh, Sean, I know how disheartening this must feel, but you're only beginning," Charles went to read over Hank's shoulder. "You have to learn to accept criticism with…" The Professor's face glowed as he continued scanning the page. "The music world is in for a treat with the arrival of this latest fresh meat. This Hometown Hero is no quarterback but has the crowds going wild. Born and raised in Hampton, Sean Cassidy is the eldest son of Liam and Doreen Cassidy and the grandson of beloved decorated WWI Veteran Flynn Walsh and his devoted wife, Lydia. At the ripe old age of 15, Sean left home to explore new academic opportunities. He gained more than he ever anticipated when he was taken under the wing of the older Irish singing sensation, Patrick Hughes. Sean went from small talent competitions to being discovered and signed earlier this year." Charles' smile threatened to split his face in half. "What in the world are you going on about? Seanie, this is phenomenal praise."
Joey tilted his head to see the front of the paper. "Benediction Chronicles?"

Sean explained, "It's a small local paper, but pretty popular in our old neighborhood. Pretty sure they only picked the name to call themselves B.C."

Tommy piped up, "More like BS."

Joey regained a significant portion of alertness and Charles chided, "Thomas, that was uncalled for."

"No," Scott contradicted, "that was right on. This paper is a load of crap."

"Guys, I know it isn't the New York Times or Daily Bugle," Hank spoke sensibly, "but as the article put it, Sean is still fresh." He met blue eyes with the teenager in question. "Once you really get your feet wet, the publicity will pour in."

"That's not what I'm talking about." Lowering Tommy, Sean took the paper back to quote more of the article. "Hometown Hero, one of Hampton's all-time favorite sons." He slapped at the article before slamming the paper down on the desk. "All-time favorite sons? Gee, wish they would've mentioned that sooner. May have kept me from being thrown into a truck and scaring the living crap out of my little brother. Or at least would've entitled me to that whole due process thingy."

Tommy quietly leaned against the nearly shaking ginger while Charles reached to massage his taut shoulder.

"I agree with you tenfold," said Hank, "but they were only able to get away with that because the government doesn't want mutant affairs made public. It's in line with that ridiculous "be a good citizen" spiel the police fed Leon's family and neighbors."
Charles sighed through his nostrils. "Modern day bounty hunters. With anonymity that weaponizes them greater than any firearm."

Scott, Tommy, and Joey exchanged varying gazes, though none with a hint of positivity.

"It's more than that." Sean pressed his right fist into his left palm. "Where do they get off calling me their hero? Their favorite? I spent most of puberty mumbling with my head down to keep from racking up property damage on our parents. But now, my voice is some huge sensation? Gimme a break!' He crossed his arms, present mood very close to matching his hair color. "The worst part is the cow who wrote it. Her son and his cronies were the main reasons I couldn't get out of my old school fast enough. I just wanted to be part of something. Go somewhere that didn't make me want to…"

Among the alarmed faces, Charles spoke first, only barely masking the sorrow in his own voice. "Seanie…"

Back turned, Sean walked off several paces from them, eying the floor. "Sorry, Tom, guys."

Tommy made an immediate path for him, going around to get in front. As soon as he did, Sean dipped to pick him up into a tight lock. The tall teenager next felt Charles' arm around him, Hank's strong but bolstering hand against his back, Joey's fingers in his hair, and Scott's presence alongside him.

Charles broke the solace of silence first. "What's say we heist just a bit of pie before dinner? We don't need to rehearse. We'll be atrocious any way it goes."

"Astronomically atrocious," seconded Hank. "It'll be fun."

Sean formed a sincere smile. "No, I want to rehearse. You guys are going to ruin my image enough as is."

Scott rolled his eyes with a smirk. "Oh, whatever, you squawking peacock."

"You sticking around, too?" Sean asked the younger Cassidy. Tommy nodded. "Gonna mock us?"

The dark-haired boy automatically confirmed, "Yep."
Sean bounced him in his grasp a little. "That's the baby man I know and own." Sean looked around at the others. "Maya and I have already discussed it. Please don't draw any attention to this. Our mom's really proud and I don't want to upset her."
"Of course," Charles promised.

The rest promptly concurred.

IIIIIII

Shortly after seven that evening, Erik proclaimed, "The Sabbath is upon us," across every communicator and even projected it to the Telepathic Triad.

All available bridesmaids and groomsmen made rapid work of removing the betrothed couple from each other's reach and grasp. Having already parted with a lingering kiss after talking about the B.C. debacle, Sean and Maya nonetheless let their loved ones have their fun- or whatever Melissa and Leon considered the task to be.

Maya completely basked in the bubble bath she took in the Howletts' sizable tub. The hygiene spaced prove far more luxurious than anything a hotel had to offer. The room smelled of raspberry aerosol and Kayla had made sure to fill it with different potpourri made from flowers associated with hope and rejuvenation. When she did manage to leave the entrancing tub and towel off, she dressed in comfortable pajamas. On her way to the terrace, she paused to peer in and soundly sleeping twins in their cribs. She tipped off as quietly as she could.

Returning to her suite minutes later, Kayla checked on Todd and Mira's breathing. She then noticed the entrance to the balcony partially open. Stepping out, the Blackfoot woman absorbed the fanciful youth so taken by the overhead that still offered a few traces of twilight coloring.

"I swear I'm going to dub this area the Lair of the Long-Hairs."
Taken from her castles in the sky, Maya glanced back. "Kay."
At the slight but unmistakable hint of urgency in the younger female's tone, Kayla delayed not a second in coming to her side. "Honey, are you—" She caught a good look at her choice of nightwear, Thumper pajamas with her Seuss shirt. "My, it's a good thing we separated you kids when we did. You're one hot number."
Maya instantly giggled. "Figured I'd indulge in comfy, considering this will be the only night in the next forever that I won't be dripping in tantalizing lingerie."

"Uh huh," responded a knowing Kayla. "Let's see how true that remains during those nine-month interludes here and there."

"You too, huh?" Maya said with humored exasperation. "You know Grandma Lydia seriously gave us one of her kid's old blankets? Along with a long list of cousins I must never breathe a word of this to."
"When parents and grandparents hear marriage, they hear the pitter-patter of little feet immediately after. My father made it no secret how much he dreaded Logan's face spreading to his grandchildren."

Despite herself, Maya could not help laughing a little. "That is so mean."

"Papa's bedside manner didn't carry over so well in social interactions." Kayla then moved on with, "Now, tell me what's going on in that all too bogged down but brilliant head of yours."

Not completely sure herself, Maya thought for a moment about her wording. "It isn't that it hasn't crossed my mind before now- plenty of times, actually- but when I got out of the tub and caught my reflection, it hit me like sledgehammer/baseball bat hybrid. This isn't just the last night of my engagement. Kay, this is my last night as a virgin. I can't… I can't begin to process this."
Comprehending entirely, Kayla wondered, "I don't suppose Lauren's talked with you regarding…"
Maya developed a flat expression. "She reminded me to wax and do aerobics."

"… But of course."

"Raven went over a lot with me, though," Maya brought up. "Some really amazing tips. But now, it's like I'm going to go through some sort of transformation."

"It will seem that way," Kayla could not deny, "but this is no Jekyll and Hyde scenario, sweetheart. Yes, you will soon be awakening previously untapped hormones and experiencing sensations you can't begin to describe. When I went through this, I'm pretty sure I was more terrified than you are now."
"Really? Why?"
"I've lived a long life- to say the least- and was a virgin for the majority of it. I feared I would change into something I didn't want to be. Something that would discard my priorities and everything I ever was."

"How does that make any sense?" Maya reasoned with almost humored incredulity. "This is the way it's supposed to be. Marriage-thingy in between-baby carriage. God's stamp of approval is all over this."

Kayla started finger-combing both sides of her hair. "Beautiful, natural, spiritual- all appropriate boxes checked doesn't instantaneously make it any less overwhelming. I'm certain Sean's been wrestling with these same thoughts, but it's a little different where we're concerned. Women are significantly physically altered after that first time. Still, just like the beginning of menstruation, you will get through this and get used to it." Kayla's countenance grew coy. "But unlike that uninvited monthly visitor, love making only gets better and better. To multiple proportions, in my experience."

"Oookay, Kay," Maya lifted her arms as if raising a barrier, "that's a little bit more detailed than I want to envision in terms of you and Wol- ugh! Thanks, but ugh, ugh!"

Kayla could not bite back laughing at the girl's squeamishness. "Sorry, honey, no nightmare baiting intended."

Somewhat at ease again, Maya appeared contemplative again. "Do you ever think maybe this is such a big deal because we've made it out to be for so many years? This huge emphasis on the pure perfect virgin?"

"Yes," Kayla considered, "wearing it like a badge of honor while we're single, haughtily believing ourselves something even more special after the long-awaited wedding night. Something with such superior will power. But when it comes down to it, it's only because… we are."

A mischievous air radiated from Maya. "Yeah, we really are. More brains than boobs."
"Intellect over tits," Kayla said in turn.

"Good girls rock this world."

The pair high-fived followed by a rhythmic hip bump.

II

Upper body supported by the mound of recently fluffed pillows, Sean tested his guitar by emitting a whisper of a melody from the strings. The refurbished instrument had been picked up and delivered to his quarters before he got home, courtesy of Trick. At the foot of the bed, Tommy's small fingers offered reprieve to his ankle. The sensitive area of his leg tended to be far less agreeable in the evening at times.

Tommy looked over at the cane lying directly beside his brother. "You plan on sleeping with that thing or what?"
Initially believing he meant the guitar, Sean followed his train of sight. "Yep. I need something to beat you with if you wet the bed."

"Try it out on your face," Tommy came back with, "you might wind up looking halfway decent tomorrow."

"Watch it or I'll swap your little bitty tux out for a sailor suit." Scott peered to the right at his knocking door. "Maya, honey, would you hold your horses? It won't be much longer now."

Charles poked his head into the room. "I take it your spirits are up?" I also take it, they're not the only thing…

Sean bowed his head in a snigger.

Unaware of the telepathic exchange, Tommy studied the older Cassidy's odd reaction. "Well, he's cracked."

Behind his own brother, Erik snorted.

With a light shake of her head, Emma entered ahead of the men. "Do you need us tonight, sweetheart?" She sat on the side of the bed, facing him. "This newspaper sham won't help the pre-wedding jitters."

The upcoming groom determined, "The pain med Hank has me on to keep my ankle tame during the night knocks me out pretty good. If my head wants to be a jerk around two AM, I'll hit up the telepath-o-phone."

Emma nodded and said, "I understand your outrage about that article. It's exactly why Charles and I wanted our wedding to be anything but a stage production. We had no intention of entertaining the same transparent social scene eager for a window into a potential Xavier scandal."
"What for?" wondered Tommy.

Charles came closer towards the little boy, stroking his black hair. "Because for generations, beyond the unproven whisper or legend here and there, the Xaviers have kept our affairs and secrets firmly within the family. Not to be boastful, but that's a rarity among old money."

Erik aided the elaboration with, "Think about those far taller boys warming the bench as you secure yet another slam-dunk."

Tommy grinned and released a wicked chuckle until he thought about something else. "Your family has legends, Prof?"

"Oh yes," the Englishman confirmed. "My great uncle haunting the attic being among them."
"Yeah, met him a bunch of times," claimed Sean. "Heck of a card player. We got in a tournament with Edgar Allen Poe and HP Lovecraft. Mary Shelly wanted to join in, but y'know, cooties."

Tommy stared at him for a few quiet seconds. "You play guitar and work with all these bigshots… Howare you? Still? A? Dork?"

"Eh, what can I say?" Sean caressed his guitar adoringly. "Too cool for the cool."

"Night and day, you two," Erik remarked. "Which is which, I don't know." He went towards the younger boy. "Might I interest you in a story with Trav and the rest of the Round Table?"

Reaching for him, Tommy mildly protested, "We don't all have to go to bed early, do we?"

"No," the metal wielder hoisted him, "but we are going to lure Joey in that direction before a certain Beast chews him out, possibly literally."

"Hey," came from a displeased Sean, "that baby man is mine tonight."

"And will be returned to you within the hour," Erik promised.

The Irish youths stuck their tongues out at each other as the elder Headmaster departed with Tommy. Charles and Erik shared a brief look over the buoyant tomfoolery.

Emma kissed Sean's cheek. "Call if you need anything."

"Roger that, Mommy Emma," the teenager replied dutifully. "Thanks."

Charles accepted Emma's kiss as she took her leave.

Mindful of Sean's legs, the Professor dropped his full form on top of the mattress. "So," he gave a side glance to the redhead, "do you plan on playing that instrument or merely playing with it like one of those tissue box ukuleles?"

Sean's eyes widened with glee. "You used to make those, too?"

"And taught Raven." Charles pinched at his left foot's big toe. "Now, serenade me."
Faint lyrics building up from his throat and out of his lips, Sean started on another placid melody.

II

When he received the unspoken request from his sister-in-law, Erik paused in the hallway. "Go on to my room with the others, Tom. I'll be there in a moment."

On his feet again, Tommy complied, "Okay," and headed for the aforementioned suite.

"Decide on a book by the time I get there," Erik further instructed. "No squabbling and absolutely nothing nightmare-inducing."

"Yes, Daddy," the child responded in a bit of a cheeky sing-song tone.

Erik watched him zip off before turning to face the blonde woman. "Emma?"

Standing directly before him, the Bostonian emphasized, "This is only the beginning of publicity Sean is sure to generate. We're sure the boys are off government radar? The Cassidys and Walshs are safe?"

"Emma, we've already gone ov—" At her cross expression, Erik amended his reply. "You know we clean house for each and every child we recovered from containment. It's what's contributed to Charles pushing the limits of his powers. You were there after we found Leon. The worst we had to worry about was Ignacio and through whatever means, Estevan took care of that." He absorbed the traces of uneasiness in her normally unreadable posture. "Emma, we stay politically involved. Is there something else going on here?"
"I can't deny the empty-nest notion is finally settling in," Emma admitted. "Even if the kids aren't moving out tomorrow. Ignacio's containment center kept no detailed records. At least, no honest ones with a crop of mutant bodies at his disposal. The one that captured Sean was actually efficient. I can't shake the idea that his name is still logged away somewhere."

"I have no doubt," Erik agreed, "but he is only significant to us. He's another name- another number. Charles periodically checks to ensure his family's faced no further harassment in Virginia. Even if someone somewhere recalls Sean's name, this job is- ironically enough- his best cover. They either won't believe that the boy with the supersonic screech became a singer of all things or they'll be under the impression that they've "cured" him."

Emma bobbed her head, but did not speak again until she determined, "I better get to Brian."

"Let the Lab Mouse know I'll be by soon," Erik requested.

Emma acknowledged she heard him with a flick of her wrist without looking back.

Some of Erik's own weighing thoughts lightened the closer he got to his room and heard the howling laughter of the lads.

IIIIIII

With motherly duties beckoning her, Raven, at last, stepped back from the strong embrace. "Nighty night, Gorge."
"Night, Original Gorge," returned Maya in a near hush.

Brenda hugged her tightly next. "See you in the sunshine, Supergirl."

Maya rubbed her back. "See you then, Catwoman."

Arms crossed and positioned by the nightstand, Melissa's gaze settled on the one in the bed. "Sleep sweet, kid. I'll be on lookout."
Maya only beamed after her.

Arriving in the doorway, Logan greeted the mutant maidens and matron with, "Ladies."
"We were just leaving." Raven danced around the Veteran.

"Good night, King Canine." Brenda-turned-Tigger hopped past him.

"Later, Methuselah," came from Melissa.

The security man replied, "Later, Dracula's stepchild."

Melissa narrowed her eyes as she trekked into the hall lastly.

"Bottom of the ninth." Logan left the door open a crack. "How're you holdin' up, darlin'?"
Maya considered the question before she answered, "Better than I expected. It really has been more than I could have asked for with the family pitching in so much, the in-laws actually like each other, you being… you."

"That's not usually a compliment from most folks. So," he strolled towards her, "maybe the old instincts need fine-tunin' or I'm readin' too much into this, but you didn't seem as girlish giggly to see Doreen as you did Grandma Lydia earlier."
"You would see that." Sounding impressed, Maya attempted to explain. "I really am grateful that Sean's parents realized what's really important and that they made the first move, but seeing Doreen today… I seriously drew a blank on what to call her."
Logan brought up, "She asked you to call her Doreen the first time they were here."

"I know and at spring break, all I wanted was peace between everybody. But I think she has it in her head that we're going to become like Raven and Mrs. McCoy. Wanting us to do recipes together, saying I'm her girl… Sean calls my mother "Mom" with no kind of hesitation. I realize how terrible I sound, but I'm not Doreen's girl. She's not my mom and Liam is not my dad."

"Hey," sitting beside her without disrupting their eye contact, Logan patted her hand in comfort, "first? No, he's not. Second? Of course he's not. Third? Take it easy, Smiley." As soon as he sent arms around her, Maya latched onto his shirt front. "You've been nothing but nice and hospitable- then again, you've always been leagues ahead there compared to a lot of kids out here. You can't just switch off how you feel. Don't let guilt get the better of you over it, either. I mean it. I hear the gears turnin' in this pretty little ahead of yours."
Maya proved genuinely amused. "Must you know everything there is all the time?"
"Everything, not even close," Logan refuted. "I just keep ears and eyes open on what really matters. If I haven't said this enough lately, I couldn't be prouder of you. Or more grateful."

She peered up with sincere bewilderment. "Grateful? For me?"

"To you," the Canadian corrected. "Maya, I know you still see me as your big hero from the ice pond, but meetin' you shined a bright light into my entire family's lives. And I can guarantee we're only a preview of the lives you're goin' to effect as you and Red move on to the next phase." The now speechless Maya tucked her head under his chin and Logan nuzzled her hairline. "I don't know if you ever noticed, but I've kind of been rootin' for you two from the get-go."

Maya exhaled a cheerful breath. "You've always been pretty vague there, but I caught an inkling here and there."
"Brainy baby." Logan pressed a peck to the top of her head. "Who's sendin' you to Dream Land tonight? Aslan, Tinman, Mad Hatter…?" With a brisk shake of her head, Maya pointed out the slim hardback on her night table. "I know, I know, just wanted you to have your options. Lay down."

Maya held onto him. "Pictures."

"We'll look at 'em together." Logan handed the Grinch to her. "All three of us. Sound good?" Smile back in place, she squeezed her stuffed green entity.

After plumping the pillows and getting Maya properly tucked in, Logan reclined beside her on top of the covers. Maintaining one arm around her, he began to narrate the special edition copy of And to Think I Saw it on Mulberry Street.

XXXXX

"Do you remember our first trip to Canada? What we said in the snow that night?"

"It doesn't matter what anyone says; adults, our families. You always want to be with me. It's part of what I remembered to come back from my anger."

"Do you remember what you said the second time we went up there? Your birthday?"

"I want you."

"And I want you. The most consistent thing in my life."

"Mine, too."

"Then I repeat… will you marry me, Maya?"

"Yes, yes Sean, you're all I want. You are all I want."

XXXXX

Due to the sensibility of an early evening ceremony, the majority of the exhausted mansion dwellers and their overnight company got to sleep in as late as ten. Even with having to feed and change the babies, they all seemed in unspoken agreement to keep the morning hours as tranquil as possible. At a quarter to noon, a highly anxious Laci arrived on the property. She wore green shorts and a multi-color t-shirt while her dress stayed protected in its garment bag. Jessie came by not long after to offer her assistance. Similar to Laci, she had decided on tennis shoes and athletic apparel, keeping her main event attire separate. The logic also sparked curiosity in Frank, but Jessie quite coyly informed him he would have to wait and see the full look later.

With the betrothed couple's wish to stay attached to their individual groups, Erik and Charles had rented a pair of minibuses. Naturally, they originally offered limousines, but Maya wanted something Logan could drive. Preferably something that did not keep him at a distance from her by thirty feet. As a compromise, the Headmasters obtained the vehicles from Mercedes Benz. As advised by the IQ, the rentals came directly from Clint Carmichael's primary dealership. Her father's merriment over that fact made for an especially ecstatic Laci.. Since the majority of the males had heavy-lifting to do, they made things easier- and the couple less likely to see each other- by sending the bridal party off first.

They took the bright electric blue bus. With Logan at the wheel, Maya and Kayla took the seats directly behind him. Todd and Kira filled their laps. Cody hovered next to his father's chair, but made sure to maintain a grip on the hand bar to stay upright. Raven and Laci had the seats across the aisle from Kayla and Maya. Though it came as a surprise for many when Laci decided not to stay latched to Joey, it took hardly seconds before she and Raven became engrossed in chatter. Squire Nate and Brenda did likewise. Jessie shared with an inviting Becky. Samantha gazed out of the window, relaxing against a remarkably serene Adrienne. Cordelia and Angel- of course- had glued hips. Melissa experienced a bizarre surge of gratitude when she wound up beside Alana. If nothing else, the arrangement got her out of having to pick her poison between Holly and Emma.

At the mansion, after getting everything loaded into the rear of their bus, Victor opted for the driver's spot. Edna remained for the time being to care for the animals, mainly to keep her grandchildren at ease over Grace. Lauren and Sean's family would pick her up later. Even though it did not remotely astound him, Charles still took pleasure in Sean's giddy reaction to the emerald green vehicle. It proved all the more aesthetically pleasing with the totally black interior, as if recently rented for a horror convention. Seated together, Alex looked on favorably at Sean's enthusiasm. It came off as such a sharp contrast next to Hank, who Alex remembered being stiff as a board for the duration of his pre-wedding hours. With Leon and Jam directly across from them, the WU trio still got to swap wisecracks while Alex remained on Best Man duty. Sean joined in with them a few times. Charles and Trick claimed seats together like a pair of urchins off to summer camp. This pleased Trav because Charles held Brian and- better yet- Tommy sat with Joey, giving the McCoy boy the chance to practically pounce Erik. The metal wielder made the energetic tyke comfortable in his lap so they could both gaze out the window. Hank's riding buddy came in the form of Kiki cradled in his grasp. The small girl had made it clear she wanted to be with Team Sean.

At the thud he and Sean felt, Alex turned a mild glower on the two behind them. "Real cute, guys. Lay off."

When Scott and Frank snickered and kicked the older pair's seats again a minute later, Victor reacted first. "Alright, wise guys, don't make me turn this bus around."
"Yeah, Coach, kids are pretty hip to the fact that adults don't actually do that," informed Scott.

Frank added, "Like you'd really make the groom miss his own wedding."

"No worries there," said Victor matter-of-factly. "We'll make record time after I turn to drop you two off at the nearest curb. If your feet are that restless, hiking to the Temple'll do you some good."
Supremely glad Jessie was not present for that threat, Frank insisted, "Actually, my feet are killing me. Helping with the cooking and all."
"Yeah, sorry, guys," said Scott to Alex and Sean. "Just messing around."

Erik shook his head while Charles and Trick struggled not to laugh at the very boyish hijinks.

IIIIIII

Mt. Westchester Temple did not have as large a bridal chamber as the church that married Hank and Raven. Regardless, it still offered more space than the average bedroom. Hair still bound in rollers and further safeguarded by a shower cap, a satin robin's egg blue robe adorned Maya's thin frame. Departing the attached bathroom, her head went through a bizarre swirl when she discovered the rest of the chamber vacant. Then, her gaze took in the one on the wraparound couch nearest the door.

"… Mer?"

On her feet in an instant, the blue-eyed lighter-haired brunette developed a tentative smile. "Hey, Mye."

As if abiding by the same cue, the two hastened until they reached the midpoint of the room. Their arms flung around each other in similar simultaneous fashion.

"You look amazing," marveled Maya. "Is Aunt Bea here?"
"Yeah, she and Greg are with your mom. Dad couldn't get away from work and the boys are in D.C. with their school for another week. I asked everybody to give us a minute." Meredith pulled back to properly face her. "I swear I'm not trying to barge in out of nowhere. And I am beyond sorry I wasn't here to help you with—"
"Mer," Maya wore a countenance of affectionate amusement, "are you kidding? I never blamed you for that. As if you guys haven't gone through the insane, too. Which reminds me, I really appreciate the ten dollars, but please, let me give it back. Greg doesn't need to k—"

"My-oh-Maya." Meredith stared up at the ceiling in half-hearted exasperation. "Even on your wedding day…" She looked at her again. "Would it kill you to be as self-centered as the rest of us once in a while?"

Maya responded glibly, "A little hard when the adults in the family call dibs there so much."
"Speaking of…" Meredith opened her shoulder bag and unzipped the pocket within. "I promised to get this to you."

Once handed the plain envelope, Maya found a money order, but the greater shock came when she saw, "Lyall? Is this for real?"
"He didn't dare send it to Aunt Laur's house. He said he wishes it was more."

The money order blurred in her vision as Maya lingered in a daze. "I can't even… oh, my God, Mer…"

"I know. He's working maintenance now." Meredith then put forth, "He knows not to come within a hundred miles of here, but he really wants a wedding photo of you. If you could send it to our place after they're developed, I'll take care of it. Please, Mye."

The flustered bride managed a nod. "Yes, of course." She carefully placed the monetary note back inside the envelope. "Hang onto this until after the reception. Don't let anyone breathe a word about it to Mom."
Meredith echoed her with, "Of course."

II

The fully decorated Temple interior reflected personalized simplicity over dourly extravagance. In fact, Joey and Laci headed most of the festooning with the younger Braunstein siblings assisting them. Laci covered the bride's side with bouquets of morning glories bound by baby blue ribbons for every row of seat. On the groom's side, Joey tied on jade lace ribbons with white carnations. All the flowers came directly from Logan's greenhouse.

From his prime peeking spot in the archway of the groom's chamber, Sean observed the goings-on. Photographers Charles and Laci continuously fiddled with their tripods for the best viewing angles. It somewhat surprised Sean to see Erik so graciously helping Raven direct guests to their assigned side. Granted, Sean also figured that the older Fraternal Twin also wanted to monitor every single exit and entry. The ladies appeared smitten by him, children intrigued, while the men preferred Raven's escort.

Stepping up behind Sean with a few of the other X-Males, Alex noted, "I knew you were going to outnumber Maya's side, but yeesh."

Next to Sean's leg, Tommy sniggered. "Check out that fishbowl cut on Seamus."

Despite agreeing, Sean tapped him on the head. "You be nice or I'll stuff you in a toilet bowl."
Hank peered over Sean's head and observed, "There's a bit of a… freakish resemblance."

"Wonder Walshs," Sean pointed out the slew of chattering blondes and gingers, "Catharsis-free Cassidys," a horde of brunettes dressed in various degrees of black, brown, gray, and navy blue. "Let's see, just completed priesthood, mortician, dentist one, dentist two, life insurance salesman—"
Frank poked his head in from under Sean's arm to interject, "And you're the morbid one?"

With a shrug, Sean replied, "That's what they tell me. Frequently."

When Liam, Doreen, and her parents emerged from the party room, the Walshs rushed up to make a beeline for, "Gram, Grandpa Flynn!"

Doreen exchanged cheek kisses and outfit compliments. Liam did a round of handshakes, positive remarks regarding apparent good health, and returned embraces once the youngsters remembered his presence.

II

"No, no, no, no," almost ransacking the cosmetics, Maya scoured the vanity frantically, "where is it? I'm sure I packed it. I know I did!"
"Gorge, calm down," in a robe like the rest of the bridal party, Raven searched the base of a chair. "It's here somewhere."
Cordelia and Angel went through the wide closet. Melissa flipped over couch cushions, her attention more on Meredith, who aided her.

Samantha returned to the chamber to report, "It's not out there and Holly didn't find it by the sound equipment. Collin's helping Jessie and Becky check the parking lot."

"Don't worry, Maya." Brenda crawled out from between the plastic house plants. "If I have to, I will literally fly back to the mansion to find it."
Wearing a tight grin, Raven took her arm to pull her to the side, "Bren, sweetie, let's watch throwing around phrases like "literally fly". Not every guest is clued into our special customs. Pattersons in particular."

"… Right," Brenda realized. "Sorry."

"I know," the shapeshifter sympathized. "It was easier during my wedding." Granted, they also knew a lot fewer mutants at that time.

Maya tried the bathroom again. The shower still proved vacant along with the sink. Maya knelt to paw around the vanity. At a heavy but gentle palm on her left shoulder, she stilled. Lifting her head, the male reflection behind her own caused her to expel a sharp gasp.

"I believe you're looking for this."

Staying lowered, she whipped her head back, only to discover, "Nate?"
"This is the one, yes?" He held the decathlon medal out to her. "Your mum begs your forgiveness. She took it out earlier to admire and got distracted." Nate studied her flushed features. "You alright, love?"

"… Yeah." Accepting his offered hands, Maya returned to her feet. "Oh, Nate," once she had it back in her hands, she clutched the medal. "Thank you so much."

The English boy did not expect such a strong appreciative hug, but he gladly returned it.

II

Finished helping him into the white dinner jacket, Alex stepped up to stand alongside him in the righthand full-length mirror. Sean's custom tux came with white pants and shirt with lime vest, necktie, and breast pocket handkerchief. Alex's Best Man attire consisted entirely of forest green, except for his ivory shirt. The other tuxedos came with similar shirts, black slacks, with jackets, vests, and ties differentiated by shades of green. Hank and Erik's came in olive, Charles and Trick's in jade, the Eye Scream Team nearly passed for twins in shamrock, Ben in sage, Trav, Tommy, and Brian all had pine. With the all too likelihood of Brian spilling something, Charles greatly appreciated the darker green on his gentleman-in-training. Since Joey had been eager from the start in helping make the ceremony uniquely beautiful, Sean had let him pick whichever suit appealed to him most. A complete lack of shock occurred when Joey chose to dress like a miniaturized Alex. The older blonde did not bother hiding his pride at the mere sight of him.

"I don't know what some of you were being melodramatic about," Jam piped up. "These threads are out of sight." He and Leon currently lounged in Emerald.

Nearby, Fabian sported juniper.

"Check the three of you out," marveled Trick.

Ben concurred, "Can't deny it. You guys are so boss right now."
"Yes, well," Fabian flicked his lapel, "melanin does go with everything."

A sea of eyerolls resulted from the younger males.

"Gentlemen," a dainty knock followed the petition, "is everything alright in there?"

"Sure, Mrs. C, come on in," invited Alex. "Fully clothed here."
"Though decent is questionable," quipped Erik.

When the chamber door opened, a seafoam suit adorned Doreen bustled for Sean. The tall youth promptly bent to lock arms with her. Liam looked on from the doorway.

Flynn glanced into the chamber to usher, "Let's get a move on, lads. It's nearing that time to fulfill every man's purpose on such a glorious occasion as this- standing around like glorified props."

When half of them erupted into a, "Woot, woot, woot," chorus, Erik reminded, "Temple, young men, temple. No merriment until at least ten philistines are vanquished."

Scott and Frank slapped hands at that, filing out with the rest.

Alex hugged Sean from behind and Hank clapped his shoulder before they departed.

When only his wife and sons remained, Liam approached. Before he could speak, they all briefly froze at an abrupt flicker of light.

Charles lowered his camera with a smile. "See you out there." He took his leave of them, shutting the door after himself.

"Mom, Mom, come on." Sean brought her lace-gloved quivering hand to his cheek. "I'm not shipping off to combat here."

"Nah, that'd make him cool," joked Tommy.

"Yes, I know how silly I'm being, but you're… you're getting married." Doreen stroked his recently trimmed hair. "And going off to college. To think, you only just graduated with honors. Oh, my angel," she buried her face inside his jacket, hardly withholding tears, "you're so much more than we ever hoped for!"

Growing lax at that, Sean did not trust his voice. He bowed and tilted his head to rest in her hair. The vibrant red strands blended right into each other.

Tommy reached for her wrist. "Come on, Mommy. It's okay."

Able to gather herself at her youngest's simple words, Doreen gripped his hand like a walking stick. Tommy waited for their parents to exchange a quick kiss before guiding the way towards the door.

"Better assess the water damage." Liam looked over his remaining son's clothing. "Hm, your mother really showed restraint. I was expecting a full mural of her face from that press powder she slathers on alone." He headed for the bathroom.

Sean eyed the makeup smears with fondness. "I'd have just told everybody the mural was Joey's idea."
"I can't deny how spiffy the green is." Liam walked back out with wet paper towels in his possession. He began wiping the vest vigorously, pleased by the slick material. "But why in the world did you go with white?"
A casual Sean informed, "Same reason Maya did."

Hand pausing, Liam matched blue eyes with him before connecting their foreheads. "That's my boy." Sean formed a smile as earnest as the rest of his features. Liam then spotted something else. "Better not forget this."

Sean accepted the cane from him. "Thanks, Dad."

On their way out, Liam left a hand on his son's upper back.

II

Among the bridal party, the older and married women wore midnight blue dresses with long sheer sleeves, and up hairdos. Matron-of-Honor Raven proved the exception, joining the younger females in a curly style, and wearing a royal blue dress with V-neck. Brenda as Maid-of-Honor had a similar style to Raven's, except in a lighter shade like the other girls. To Becky's relief, she and Samantha had a higher neckline and one-inch heels. Kayla had acquired a set of formals made with twins in mind. A dress for Mira and suit for Todd colored in cornflower. Before being made the Squire, Nate had packed his best suit from Boston in gray. However, he managed to borrow an Oxford blue dress shirt and handkerchief from Charles. Cody's tuxedo looked like the groomsmen's, except with an indigo jacket, vest, and tie. Jessie had on a sleeveless cream summer dress with a pattern of cascading hydrangeas. Laci's dress had a swirl of arctic blue, cerulean, and lapis. Only an entirely unbothered Kiki stood out in mint green.

Raven locked the clasp on Maya's friendship necklace. With the fingernails painted in sapphire by Becky, Samantha and Brenda applied Maya's makeup. Emma attached her grandmother's pearls to her earlobes. After that, Melissa removed the rollers, leaving the chestnut brown hair with golden blonde highlights in lush waves. When Meredith stepped up to fluff out the do, Melissa managed to keep silent. Holly took perfume duty, adding subtle spritz. Finally rising from the vanity bench, Maya undid and slipped out of the robe. Amidst the dazzled on-lookers, Kayla hitched a breath at the completed white gown. The only part to outshine the intricately designed sweetheart neckline and transparent sleeves went to the younger brown-eyed female who filled it. Maya looked directly at her as well, every muscle in her body bursting with thankfulness. After clipping Carter's medal to the bouquet, Lauren handed it over. Maya took it and immediately sniffed the buds for the fragrance from the gardens she could recognize blindfolded.

Kayla leaned in to kiss her forehead. "I'll let him know you're ready."

"Thank you, Kay," the girl uttered.

Lauren topped her off with the veil before following the procession out of the chamber.

In a nearly instantaneous feat, Logan stepped in through the ajar entrance. "Ready to get this strut on the road, Smiley?"

"Only since 1962." With that, she moved to link arms with him.

Here Comes the Bride jolted the guests right out of their seats. Gasps and baited breaths ignited as the duo sauntered through. Even through her head covering, Maya felt every pair of eyes on her. All of one mattered, however. After what seemed like a mile through snow in her mind, they reached their destination. As soon as her veil swept back to unmask her, she beheld her groom. Her rapidly pooling eyes made his image far too brief. She extended his right thumb to eliminate the troublesome moisture. They unlocked arms and Logan held her hand long enough to kiss the back of it. He turned to Sean and shared a short hug with him before going to join his own wife and Victor. Both brothers Howlett-Creed accessorized their military formals with holstered pistols.

Cheerful countenance aglow, Rabbi Chad started to part lips until a glow of greater intensity overcame his own.

"Sorry, just- My God, you kids are beautiful- one more." Charles snapped the button on his camera again. "Please, continue, I'm horrid- sorry." He backed up to stand alongside Laci again.

The little girl required both hands over her mouth to keep her bubbling giggles from escaping.

IIIIIII

"To not only my dearest friends and forever family but fellow soldiers in the war against life's sick sense of humor, I wish Sean and Maya better than best and whatever exceeds that. And if this world has other plans, it will have to go through me first." Raven raised her drink in salute. "To our cool group."
Everyone seconded her motion while Hank, Sean, and Maya echoed, "To our cool group."
The Temple's gala room featured more festooning from the hands and minds of Joey and Laci. In addition to blue and green streamers and balloons, several posters and banners proclaiming Sean and Maya adoration hung from the walls. One in particular came from Trav and Kiki, who accented it with painted footprints from Bounty, Midnight, and Grace. Emerald taffeta clothes covered each table and came with placemats in cobalt. Each table featured a different floral centerpiece grown by Logan. Besides the food prepared by the X-Men and family, several Temple members brought dishes as well. It took three tables to accommodate it all. The nourishment options ranging from Irish, kosher, soul, American, and more gave the impression that the UN catered. The stereo system currently played a Beach Boys album on low for the speeches.

The tables were circular, except for the two rectangular ones pushed together for the newlyweds and their parents. Sean and Maya sat at the head of that one with their chairs not divided by even an inch. The lineup of Logan, Kayla, Lauren, and Erik filled Maya's side. Charles, Emma, Doreen, and Liam sat to the right of Sean. Flynn and Lydia ate with some of the other relatives. Hank, Raven, Melissa, Leon, Alex, Holly, Jam, and Brenda shared. The other table combinations included Angel-Ben-Samantha-Collin-Cordelia-Nate-Fabian, Becky-Scott-Joey-Laci-Tommy-Cody-Brian-Mira-Todd, and Edna-Alana-Victor-Adrienne-Frank-Jessie.

After Raven resumed sitting, Rabbi Chad put forth, "Well, who's next? Or do we need to flip a—" He watched Brenda leap to her feet. "Call me crazy, but I'm thinking the Maid-of-Honor is ready."

Brenda let the jovial chuckling settle down before speaking. "I haven't known our beautiful bride and groovy groom nearly as long as most of you have. In fact, how we came into each other's lives was not under ideal circumstances. Like, at all." Only the faintest trace of pensive crossed her features as she continued jauntily. "Meeting Maya especially changed my life for the better and not just for all the times she saw me through the trials and tribulations of algebra and biology. As hard as it is for me to believe, Maya was like me in school. Either invisible or only acknowledged by the popular crowd when they wanted a joke at someone else's expense. Unlike me, however, Maya never seemed to care. She's always been her own person with her own beliefs and standards, never backing down just to fit in. I used to feel so lost and unsure of myself. Becoming friends with Maya made me feel not only worthy but actually worthwhile. So this is for Sean Cassidy and his wife, the Supergirl of my dreams." She lifted her glass. "Congrats, my loves."

Through the favorable reactions, Maya abandoned her shoes and table to hurry around to the younger girl. "Oh, my… I love you, Bren."
Brenda returned the hefty embrace. "I love you, too."
After the abundance of sentiment settled among the large group and Maya returned to her seat, Alex released a heavy sigh. "Okay, I knew I was going to sound stupid, but now, seriously people, try not to throw rotten fruit at me."
"No promises," Frank broadcasted.

Alex waved his fist his way as he let loose another breath and stood. "Geez, I don't even know how to start here." He took in the different faces gathered together. "Let me just get the one rabbi/priest bar joke out of the way." At the wave of chuckles and boos, Alex glanced up, "Just kidding, Big Man. Don't drop a satellite on me." He leveled his gaze again. "See what happens when you make the slowest kid in school the Best Man?"
An impish Sean coached, "Hey, no sweat. Just make believe you're telling a headmaster to shut up."
Erik snorted swapped knowing looks with Emma and Charles. Lauren and the Cassidys raised confused eyebrows.

"Alright, alright, seriously," Alex subsided slightly. "It is true, though. Me and my boneheaded suggestions used to land us in boiling hot water. But if there was one time I'm glad Sean listened to me, it was the night we stopped by that diner after Homecoming. I got him to talk to this chick checking him out at the counter and next thing I know, he's got her digits. I'm also glad he stopped listening to me right after that because not in a million years did I think my guy and this random townie would wind up here today. If I had any kind of sense, I'd have seen the truth. Sean may have been the one following me around when we were kids, but he has always been the real best man." At the conclusion of his toast, Alex saw Sean ready to move and instead, went to him for their one-armed hug.

The next order of business occurred when the Hughes siblings made their way stage.

"Attention, gents and ladies," Trick spoke into the microphone, "I do believe it's time for Mr. and Mrs. Cassidy's first dance." He then left the mic to Holly while he went to the piano.

Despite Maya's concerned eyes, Sean's face only reflected reassurance as his hand took hers. Reaching the center of the floor, they slipped into natural position. Surrounded by the lyrics from the Irish singers, their blue and brown eyes locked in adoration. Mindful of Sean's leg, Logan cut in sooner. He handed an appreciative Sean his cane before taking over the lead with Maya. At Logan lifting her suddenly, Maya giggled and clung to his shoulders.

For the mass slow dancing, Trick encouraged Holly to go seek out Trick while he saw to the vocals. Every couple eventually left the tables with singles accepting offers as well. Brenda, Nate, and other youngsters savored a plethora of desserts while trying not to laugh at some of the more pitiful footwork.

After Logan, Maya danced with Charles, Erik, and Flynn with utmost delight. When Liam looked to head for her, the young bride humorously complained of barking feet. She rejoined and cuddled against Sean.

"Shall we?"
At the hand presented, Alana lowered her wine glass. "Should we?"
Erik prompted, "Answer mine first."
Alana only took the time to undo and release her hair before bringing their palms together.

Despite Melissa's expressions only ranging from unreadable to taunting, Leon eventually inquired, "Did you want to…" He vaguely pointed in the direction of the music. "That right there, maybe?"
Eying him closely, Melissa wondered, "Do you even know how?"
"Roam about as sluggishly as an extra from Night of the Living Dead gone formal?"
"More or less." Melissa stood first. "Follow my lead."

Getting up, Leon determined, "I've had more dangerous assignments."
When they got to the least populated area of the floor, Melissa first directed Leon's arms around her waist. Hers coiled at his neck. Leon tried to maneuver in tune to her every step. Despite the air-conditioned space, a particular warmth seemed to engulf him. As they went on, he realized similar heat radiating from Melissa and reflecting in her irises. It astonished neither of them when the inevitable gazes fluttered their way. When they really noticed their surroundings, they experienced true stun at so many fanciful looks. Before either could comment, all attention went to how deeply Logan dipped Kayla. When he helped upright her without a single strand of her ebony hair making contact with the hardwoods, they received applause.

After Trick switched to records again to relax his voice for a while, the floor opened up to impromptu dancing.

Sylvia Braunstein's broadcast of, "Hora," became a chorus of those seconding her with, "Hora!"

Before they knew it or those confused got to inquire, Sean and Maya found themselves hoisted- chairs and all- by groups of able-bodied males. Refusing to divide hands, Sean released and pumped his free fist. Maya let off something between a squeal and a shriek.

When he and Lydia wound up doing the jitterbug among a flock of Jewish elders, Flynn asserted, "I'll give it to you OTs. You can really put on a roof-raiser."
Lydia mentioned, "Reminds me of our trip to Jordan."
Edna reminisced in Hank's direction, "Takes me back to New Year's Eve with your father in Grant Park. Chicago ushered in 1940 in a blaze of glory."

Raven and Hank eyed each other, the dual pictures of dumbfounded.

After a significant amount of cajoling from Tommy and the other youthful relatives, the older and newly ordained cousin trudged onto the floor. He ended up right beside Chad.

Nearly falling from his chair when they attempted their variation on the locomotion, Sean cheered, "Yeah, go, Cousin Kern!"

"Go, Dad!" came from Ben and soon, his siblings.

At Jam and Angel's fervent chanting of, "Go rabbi, go padre," the rest of the youths around them joined right in.

"Go rabbi, go padre!"

"Go OT, go NT!"

When it seemed the festivities had reached their peak, Charles exercised a bit of his illusionary power to stealthily swap out the records. The entirely in sync Hank, Sean, Scott, and Joey immediately paused whatever currently held their attention to race for the stage.

Adrienne inquired of Emma, "What is your normally sound-minded husband up to?"
"You'll soon see." Though, the middle Frost sister did consider sound-minded appropriate phrasing in that instance.

With Charles in the center, Joey and Scott stood on either side of him with Hank and Sean as the bookends. They already knew switching the mic between them would be necessary.

At the King's familiar melody starting up, Cordelia looked ready to explode with gaiety.

Sean: Wise men say only fools rush in
Charles: But I can't help falling in love with you
Scott: Shall I stay?
Hank: Would it be a sin?
All: If I can't help falling in love with you?

Joey: Like a river flows to the sea
Charles: Darling, so it goes
Sean: Some things are meant to be
Scott: Take my hand, take my whole life, too
All: For I can't help falling in love with you

Through every reaction imaginable, Emma stood in quiet adulation. Raven and Maya squeezed hands and let loose entirely, jumping up and down. Becky clutched her chest and felt a warm gloss in her eyes she had to blink away. When Laci became freed from her mesmerized state, she dashed to retrieve her camera.

Hank: Like a river flows to the sea
Joey: Darling, so it goes
Charles: Some things are meant to be
Sean: Take my hand, take my whole life, too
Scott: For I can't help falling in love with you
All: For I. Can't. Help… falling in love with you!...