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.

333. Chapter 333 A Legacy Lives

Rise or Fall

Chapter 333: A Legacy Lives

Chapters to Check: 75, 251, 304, 322, 323, 328, 329, 331, 332

ANNOUNCEMENT

Cherished Fam, it's been too long. Yes, even after two months, theories of RoF's abandonment have been greatly exaggerated. I need to take this time to come at you guys with honest seriousness.

My mental health has been anything but healthy these last few years. I'm sure there are those who fault my extremely slow updates as lack of interest in RoF anymore. I actually WISH that was the case. There is hardly a moment that goes by where the next pieces of the tale don't knit themselves together. The series reached this great momentum in 2016, but towards the end of that year, updates began to slow down as changes took place. In particular, helping my middle sister with my cherished niece and nephew then my oldest sister abruptly announcing a pregnancy and unlike his cousins, my baby nephew is live-in. On top of my family needing me more, my job had me constantly on-call. I worked well over 40 hours a week for so long, I became numb to it and went into autopilot. I even slept over at certain work sites so I could take on double shifts during the weekend without wasting money and energy on traveling all the way back home.

During this time, I kept trying to resume my weekly posting schedule, insisting I could get things back on track. It's taken more than three years, but I now see what's going on. It is NOT a lack of interest in RoF. My anxiety among other issues has gotten too overwhelming for me to write anything beyond a few thought essays here and there on Facebook and Tumblr. That's why some of you see online artwork from me, featuring our merry mutants. With the lifestyle I lead of being yanked back and forth, it's easy to crack out digital drawings than it once was to sit there and breeze through my chapters because I'm able to do art during lulls and when people around me won't shut their mouths. When I have those moments of quiet to myself, I find myself in a paranoid state, inwardly chanting that "there's never enough time" and I can't get anything done for me, particularly writing the way I want to. I've also been under a layoff since last year due to stupidity beyond my control and struggling with applications/interviewing for the last month or so. I've gone from autopilot to severe burnout. To summarize, I am coming undone.

This is why I am announcing that after this chapter, Rise or Fall is officially on hiatus. This is certainly not the first long-running series ever created, but even JK Rowling got a breather in-between those freakishly fat novels. The Simpsons are going into their 1000th season and their production team gets a few months to recharge and plot. That's what I need. At well over 2,000,000 words that only I am writing, a hiatus is necessary to do a real proper service to the series. Yes, some of you readers will walk, but others will stay and others will discover this Fam and join us- how very X-Men. There are also those, including your writer, who need to re-read and/or catch up on recent chapters. If I don't get RL on track, RoF will suffer for it and I refuse to lose it, too. I refuse to leave it abandoned and unfinished. No, not after all this. Unless something changes in the meantime, I don't predict a new chapter going up before July. The Facebook group "Rise or Fall Fam" will remain active. You can also stay in touch with me on Tumblr under alwaystigersgirl.

Fam, whatever prayers/well wishes/encouragement or general kind thoughts you have to offer would be greatly appreciated. Please keep in contact and more importantly, keep living as we're eventually able to read each other on the regular again.

Now, angst fest aside, please enjoy and review! (Flashback in "XXXXX" indication.)

Oktober 1914: Der Kindermord bei Ypern

October 1914: The Massacre of the Innocents

Lieblingssohn von Germany

Proud Son of Germany

"Sometimes in this life you get a moment. A time when everything lines up. When anything is possible. When suddenly you can make things happen. God help us if we take that moment. And God forgive us if we don't." –Jakob Lehnsherr (Eng. Translation)

After his innumerable re-read, the contemplative young man neatly stacked and secured them to their box amongst the other related materials. Once he returned the container to the closet, he set about getting himself dressed in more than an undershirt, boxers, and socks.

Twenty minutes later, "Boychick," preceded the knuckle thumping at his door.

Alex answered, "Good to go, Pop," while tying his second oxford.

Upon entering, Erik favorably remarked, "I'll say," receiving some delight when his striking son could not fully conceal his mild bashfulness with his standard dismissive countenance.

At the older man's outstretched hand, Alex hopped up to accept the euphoria inducing shoulder pat as they departed.

II

From her lounge chair, the matron of the Telepathic Triad basked in the hilarity taking place in the most open area of her rear grounds. The suavely attired veterinarian darted back and forth between his dogs with the equally enthused McCoy siblings and Xavier toddler. At one point, Trav plucked Brian up from behind and made a show of fleeing with him while Bruiser and Sandy gave chase. Jed took Kiki by the hand to race after them.

Exiting through the backdoor, Edna stilled long enough to observe the frolickers with fondness before making a path for them. "I hate to be the bearer of fuddy-duddy news," Jed and the children ceased energetic movements to look her way, "but it's about that time…"

With a brief glance at the silver Cartier on his wrist, Jed noted, "Indeed, it is." He faced Edna again as he spread his arms. "What do you think? No worse for the wear?"

Edna replied, "You miraculously avoided grass stains, but you could stand a fresh shirt."

Jed tugged on his perspiration dampened collar. "I'll say." He crouched to address the small ones and caress his canines. "Okay, crew, have a great day with the Herd. I'm off to serve the rest of the animal kingdom."

The children waved after the hastening physician.

"Can we still play?" Trav requested.

Edna glanced towards Emma, who determined, "Twenty minutes more. You can take the dogs out again later after naptime."

"Wash your hands as soon as you come in," Edna instructed. "I know you ate already, but your father's up and he wants you at the breakfast table with him."

"Okay, Grandma," Kiki said brightly.

"Bee Hay," Brian chirped.

At Edna's puzzled gaze, Trav translated, "He's saying Big Hank. Daddy calls him Little Hank 'cause of their names."

"Ah, that's right," the Midwesterner recalled merrily.

When Sandy and the fledglings resumed playing, Bruiser watched until Edna re-entered the mansion before bounding after them.

Upon sensing the approaching presence, Emma kept her gaze on the children as she put forth, "Did Frank make it in time?"

"Thankfully, despite my coffee crisis." With another mug of the brew in her clutch, Alana took the patio chair next to the blonde's. "Admittedly, Erik's time management is a little… vastly superior. But mania seems to be the theme this morning. Jed nearly trampled me coming into the kitchen."

Emma's lips curled with good-humor. "He got caught up in the early workout the kids put him through. With the hours he works, I know his dogs enjoyed it."

"The good doctor's definitely enjoying this extended house-call," Alana spoke furtively. "As is Edna."

"Undoubtedly," Emma concurred. "Jed's been a welcomed surprise, but we were lucky this time. I've wrestled with how disastrously that misadventure of Leon's could have ended."

Alana lowered her mug after another sip. "I definitely see why you've tightened the reins on him. The real surprise is how he reacted to it all. What's the status on that, anyway?"

Smiling at Brian toddling her way with a plucked daisy, Emma scooped up the giddy tyke. "Adult adoptions don't require nearly as many of our ample resources. Charles is trying to get the attorney to end his vacation early to expedite the process." She accepted the white flower and pecked Brian's hand. "Nothing he's not used to after countless years with my husband."

Alana stated, "No one can ever say Charles Xavier isn't a heck of a sport."

Brian reclining against her, Emma glanced at the redhead. "What do you mean?"

"Well, think about it…" Alana smoothed her thumb along the smooth ceramic that made up her mug, "You're already partnered up counseling those mutant patients and now, you're basically acquiring a child with your brother-in-law. Isn't that the least bit awkward for you? For Charles?"

"Alana," arms locked around her drifting baby, Emma sat up and maneuvered to fully face the other woman, "we were friends before and that fact hasn't changed for me. So, kindly do me the courtesy of admitting who the real awkward party is here."

The New Yorker dipped her head ruefully. "Em, I'm sorry. I really am. I don't…" She sighed, "I have no idea what I'm doing or saying right now."

"That much I'll buy," Emma responded evenly. "Of your conscious mind, anyway." Alana met her gaze again. "You don't appreciate the idea of any other woman sharing a son with Erik. It disrupts the fantasy you're living."

"I'm not trying—"

"Lan," Emma interrupted coolly, "with my murky history with the male population, I'm not trying to throw stones. But Erik is my family. We've both been to very dark places. He's been an older brother to me, keeping me anchored in our work. Furthermore, we're mothers, not little girls fighting over a Ken doll."

"And I've been a mother and on the planet longer than you have," Alana brought up wryly. "You should not be the one making these points."

"True, but you're relatively new to the world of the morally apprehensible," Emma pointed out. Brian nestling in, she stood with him. "I'm going to put him down. Keep an eye on his cousins, would you?"

Alana nodded and the Xaviers proceeded into the house. Across the lawn, Trav and Bruiser played tug-of-war with a fat tree branch. Sandy laid in the grass and received a hearty stomach rub from Kiki. The girl peered up and waved with a smile. A, now, jauntier Alana immediately returned the look and gesture. Setting her coffee to the side, she headed across the lawn to take part in the play.

IIIIIII

The mutant duo parked Erik's sedan six blocks away from their primary destination to casually amble and take in their surroundings. They spotted Mendel's Toy Store, which now sported a double-pane window with the name painted on it and a new carved sign above the entry door. When they heard Erik's last name, he and Alex glanced across the street and returned the broadcasted greeting from one of the butcher shop's enthusiastic employees. Once they reached their desired location, the bell above the door announced their arrival. As usual, Hirsh worked behind the counter while his grandson Uri and brother Eliot groomed patrons.

"Gut margn, jentalmin," Erik rang out.

With his own Yiddish still on the rusty side, Alex played it safe with an amicable, "Shalom," to one and all.

After those present sent back the acknowledgements, Eliot remarked, "What's the big idea, Lehnsherr? Bringing your big stud muffin of a boychick around here without warning the mothers of the world to lock up their daughters."

Alex looked away as his cheeks reddened, mainly due to 'stud' being Holly's endearment of choice for him. Fortunately, she never included the 'muffin' part.

"Have you seen those boys of his?" Hirsh piped up. "Masterpieces, every one of them. Don't even get me started on the little jewel-eyed girl."

A sufficiently flattered Erik sent an arm around Alex as he boasted, "Well, come tomorrow, this one makes twenty-one."

Amidst the impressed reactions, Alex pointed out, "Technically, I'm already twenty-one. In China."

"Good, we'll ship you to Beijing on the way home," Erik quipped, giving him a light thump on the head. "Take a seat, iungerman."

Settling into an open chair, Alex did not waste time going for a spin in it.

Coming around, Hirsh noted, "I see you're letting a beard come in. The gold equivalent of your father's, eh?"

Alex made a marginal space between two fingers. "Little bit. I can't pull off the wise ol' whiskers the way you guys can."

"Hey," Uri addressed the older youth, "you're about to be a senior, right?"

"If I survive being a junior," Alex answered. "These courses for physical therapy are getting rougher, but plan's working out so far."

Uri commented, "Must be nice to pick your own plan," bringing over a spare cutting apron to tie around the blonde's neck.

"Oookay." A perplexed Alex then wondered, "What'd I step in?"

Erik looked up from his magazine to ask Hirsh, "He and his father still of differing views, eh?"

Hirsh gave off a nod. "Uri wants to go to a local school and keep up his job here, but my son is set for him to study business law at Cornell."

Alex's eyeballs appeared ready to vacate their sockets. "Dude, you got into Cornell?"

"Yeah, yeah," Uri shrugged. "Look," he seized the broom and dustpan out of one corner, "this shop is the longest-lasting Jewish business in this town and I'm not letting it out of the family once these guys kick the bucket."

Eliot shifted his gaze at that. "A way with words you have, plimenik."

"You see this?" Hirsh made his way back to the cash register. "You flee the old country, skimp and scrounge in the new so the next generations can have something substantial, and how do they repay you? With a load of lousy gratitude, that's how."

The gathered snickered and Uri lightheartedly threw out, "Your own fault, Bubbeh."

"Yes, it is." The bell sounded and in-walked the third bearded Lubinsky brother. "What're we talking about?" He let Patch loose from his leash.

"Ugh," Eliot reacted to the smell of his takeout order, "get out of here with that, Gil."

"Hey, don't start in with me on the unclean." Gil gobbled down a massive forkful of his shrimp-fried rice. "You schmucks wanted to worship at the goy Temple, goys say all foods are clean foods, case closed."

Uri countered, "Tell that to your arteries, Uncle Gil."

Alex leaned over to whisper to Erik, "Diggin' the new country?"

Turning another page in his magazine, the metal wielder replied noncommittally, "It has its better days."

At Hirsh's summoning gesture, Gil maneuvered around to let him feed from the white container.

XXXXX

Illuminated only by the two desk lamps, the five huddled in the eldest's quarters. They sat and/or lounged in a circle on the bed. As Leon finished his lengthy detailing, no two of the exact same expressions resulted. Alex's wrinkled brow of contemplation made him appear far beyond his twenties. Frank fluctuated between stunned and thoughtful. A genuine glow radiated from Becky's round cheeks. Tommy rocked himself back and forth, looking between each of them.

"You already talked to Melissa, right?" Alex questioned.

"This morning," Leon confirmed. "She's good with whatever."

Lengthy smile in place, Becky asserted, "I'll call Papa."

All the males halted her extreme enthusiasm.

"Slow down, babes," Alex gently directed. "You've been here already, but this time's about Lee and we have to go at his speed."

"Sorry," the girl said a little sheepishly. "But he really is going to be happy. So will Auntie Em."

"Maybe, hopefully," Leon spoke vaguely. "What about the rest of you?"

Even before he peered up from staring at the bedspread, Frank felt all four pairs of eyes land on him. "… You guys are giving my complex the creeps."

"Cut the crap, Frank," Alex ordered uninhibitedly. "Seriously, not in here- not with us. Fess up to whatever three-ring circus is going on in your head right now."

"Well, I'm not about to hurl myself in front of a motorcycle again," Frank informed straightforwardly. "I'm done with punk stunts like that. Dad's done too much and has fought too hard for my aggravating butt for me to doubt him over anything. I know how weird the situation is between him and my mom and they're still doing everything for me. I don't have room to moan and groan here."

"That doesn't mean you don't want to," Leon stated not unkindly. "Does it?"

"… Yeah." Frank looked directly at him, finding nothing more than the patient brown eyes that so often greeted him when stress and grief befell the teen. "Is this really weird for me? Better believe it. Alex and I have been here all this time and it's like we're getting skipped right over, even though that's nuts and not even the case. It was different when Dad got paperwork on Becky. She and Joey were just little kids and they needed it. Besides, Becky deserved it most."

The girl in question gaped at him. "Frank?"

"It's true, baby," the fifteen-year-old went on. "We were still stuck on our last names back then, but you never were. You're the one who's been all loyal to Dad from the start."

"We were in different situations," Becky reasoned. "Your mom was finally out of that hospital and your brother was stuck in one."

"And I lived for the extra attention from Dad," Frank claimed. He focused on Leon again. "Being a jerk and wanting to be centerstage almost made me lose out on having you for a brother." His glance went towards the youngest present. "I won't screw up like that again."

Tommy peered back at him.

"But this is about way more than any one of us," Alex proclaimed, making them all look his way. "I want you to do this," he told Leon, "but not just for your own sake. It's for Grandpa Jake, too. Becky keeps Grandma Edie's traditions going, but the Lehnsherrs need to be kept alive, too. They're our family and those sickos tried to kill them. Our enemies screwed up big time when Dad survived and brought us together this way." He turned to Frank now. "There are two other Tolbert sons. In a few years, you can do this if you want. I can't." He gazed around at all four as he explained, "Just one glimpse of Joey tells the whole world he's mine. Scott and I don't even have the same memories. Our last name is all we have of each other and I'm not relinquishing that."

Amidst the quiet listeners, Becky nodded her understanding. "The Summers won't die, either. I promise."

Alex shared a surreptitious look with her. "I know."

"What about the Osakas?" Tommy piped up urgently. "They tried to kill them, too and they don't even talk about it in school. We can't let them die, either."

"We won't." Alex placed a calming hand on the little boy's knee. "The Osakas still have Lee's kid cousin, Little Seth."

Tommy further vexed, "But how do we know Little Seth'll be okay?"

Through the solemn atmosphere, Leon fielded that one. "Jared's anger never went to him... not ever." He reacted to Alex's fingers in his hair and became at ease by the contact.

"That life's over, Lee," the blonde told him. "You're in something bigger and better now."

Leon started to say something until Tommy sprang up suddenly.

"Where are you going?" Becky called after him.

He ceased scampering long enough to inform, "Gonna be late for sword practice."

Leon watched him go with the usual mystified tenderness he experienced in the child's presence.

XXXXX

"I can't believe you didn't eat even one," Tommy said of the potted plant made of lollypops. "I'd have killed half those suckers in ten seconds."

"No way," Maya automatically protested, seated alongside him on the sofa. "I have to preserve my first ever gift from you."

With a bit of bashfulness, Tommy brought up, "Cody and the guys helped me pick it out."

"Details, details," Maya waved off, leaning on him affectionately.

"All the wedding loot's finally stashed away in the garage, babe," Sean announced as the strapping males re-entered the TV room.

"Thanks for lendin' a hand, Black Irish," Logan commented in the child's direction.

"He is helping." Maya wound her arms around her brother-in-law. "He's safeguarding me."

"You heard the lady," Tommy said haughtily.

Sean messed his hair as he sandwiched the youngest Cassidy between himself and his wife.

A more somber countenance developing, Maya inquired to the elder present, "What else did he tell you?"

Gently sliding over the lollipop pot, Logan took the spot on the coffee table to face the three youths. "Just like we already went over, Smiles. His version of events; some parts your ma couldn't see or quit carin' about. I still don't blame her for it, but she's definitely lost sight of the other side."

"Most of her memories are of Grammy," Sean pointed out. "How hard she had to work to pick up the slack."

"Yeah," Maya recollected well. "She and Aunt Bea have always been at odds over their parents. But it seems like Mom couldn't spare an ounce of compassion for Lyall."

"They're both on the up and up," Logan said. "At least from the way they see it. I couldn't find so much as rubbin' alcohol in Lyall's place and his heartrate ain't give him away. He's got some good word-of-mouth around town with his plumbin' operation, even though he keeps himself pretty holed up by the Catskills."

"The Lithgow way of life," Maya stated wryly. "Superior work ethic, shoddy people skills."

Logan put forth, "Maybe in Lauren's case, but sometimes a man has to separate himself from the world to function in it."

After a nod, Maya asked, "You really think he's turned things around?"

"I think he's a decent distance from the guy your ma's remembers," Logan answered earnestly. "But know this- you're in no way obligated to make room for him in your life. I made it clear that what happens next is strictly on your terms. He does anything- to any of you- and he knows what he's got comin' to him."

"Yeah," Tommy seconded, pounding his fist into his palm.

Sean shook his head and gave his brother a pacifying tap on the thigh before reaching to intertwine fingers with his wife. Maya squeezed his larger appendage appreciatively.

IIIIIII

Once the dashing duo made it home from the barbershop, Erik had to move swiftly to prepare for his next intended location with another of his children. As his only daughter desired, he changed from his more casual attire to a periwinkle dress shirt with saddle tan slacks. He did swell with gratitude over his fashion fussy lass selecting such light colors to combat the heat. Also with Becky in mind, Erik arranged for them to drive into the city in his sedan while Charles took the women and boys in the X-Van.

When he sought her out, he pushed her ajar door open the rest of the way to stand in her entryway. Becky wore the preteen equivalent of Emma's summer dress; long, alabaster, covered in peach and magenta flower buds. Standing before her vanity, she struggled to tame her hair. Unusually, the unique texture did not cause the dissatisfaction painted across her round face. With her too distracted to acknowledge his presence, Erik honed in on the faint words her lips emitted.

Shlof, mayn kind, mayn treyst, mayn she…

Frustration reaching the surface, the telepathic princess snarled. From the viewpoint of her sole onlooker, the utterance reminded Erik more of Grace's half-hearted hissing attempts.

Shlofzhe, zunenyu,
Shlof mayn leben, mayn kaddish ayner,
Lulinke lu-lu

With a visage that resembled release from a tangled web, Becky veered around.

Shlof mayn leben, mayn kaddish ayner,
Lulinke lu-lu

Lulinke lu-lu

"Lulinke lu-lu," Becky concluded with him.

Erik crossed the room, cupping her cheek once they got in proximity of each other. "I remember when I first sang you that old lullaby. Only way I could get you to keep those impish green eyes shut."

"And it's still the most beautiful one I've ever heard," Becky proclaimed with boast. "You sang it perfectly, Papa, even after not thinking about it for years. They're always in my head, but I can never sing them like…"

When she started fussing with her hair again, Erik gestured for her to turn. "Before you twist yourself into a matted mess here." She less than cheerfully settled herself at her vanity bench while her father took over combatting the one troublesome knot. "As for that 'not thinking about for years' bit, I strongly urge you to think again, Sweet Imp. Remembering those songs maintained my sanity most nights. Until I met my children, of course."

"So, now, we maintain your sanity more than the songs?"

"No, you give me purpose, but the lot of you have long since driven away my sanity."

"Not my fault," the girl claimed. "I stayed out of your head like you said… mostly."

Erik bent to playfully growl into her neck before refocusing on her hair. "And since when do you struggle with those lyrics? You've sung them to your younger cousins enough. No, your pronunciation isn't perfect, but you've gotten much better, particularly for someone not introduced to the language for ten years." Erik watched her press both sets of fingers into her temples. "What is it, Ladybug?"

Becky sighed lightly and stared into her mirror. "I never want to lose the tiniest bit of Grandma Edie." She eyed her father's reflection. "I'm her only girl, you know? And yours."

"That you are." Done fixing the top of her curls into the braided crown Emma and Raven had tirelessly trained him on, Erik grasped her shoulders delicately. "How blessed we are among Israel's multitude." He looked into the mirror with his softly smiling lass. "Oh, my Rebecca, you do your grandmother's memory such justice, no matter how much it frightens me to see you growing this quickly."

Becky raised her right hand to his wrist. "Thanks, Papa."

"Though, I had hoped you had a few years ahead before you happened into your first job…" Although, honestly, between himself and Charles, the notion of her needing to work seemed fairly nonsensical altogether.

She twisted around on her bench to better face him. "I told you that was an accident."

"A fact I would deem ludicrous." Erik then tacked on, "were we talking about any other family."

"Papa, I'm being serious." Becky got up from her bench. "I thought I was auditioning for one show that I wasn't going to get into and I ended up in a whole paid troupe. I wasn't trying to hide anything. We had the wedding then Hank got sick—" Her father's hands going to her shoulders soothed her once again.

"I am not accusing you of anything, Sweet Imp," Erik promised. "We've all been rightfully distracted. As for what else is making you so anxious, I really do believe this theatre company showed such an interest in you and Cody because of the way you presented yourselves. You're becoming all the more independent. Just don't confuse it with brazen behavior down the line."

Becky nodded at him attentively. "Yes, Papa, thank you."

"Now," Erik put forth next, guiding them out of the feminine bedroom, "let's be off to see the wizard and ensure he's worth his salt."

A skeptical Becky wanted to know, "You are going to be nice, aren't you?"

"Candidness is not callousness, my dear," Erik stated simply.

As if Becky had not figured it out already, those words cemented that the next few hours would be nothing if not memorable.

IIIIIII

Thanks in part to Joey fervently pointing out the building from a block away, Charles pulled in front of the Jones-Broderick Academy without delay. The Professor had been mildly surprised by his young artist's keen notice since the ride had consisted of chatter and stimulated sniggering from him, Brian, and Cody. Both telepaths appreciated Cody's flare for keeping their older blonde son so greatly entertained, especially with Joey's disappointment at Laci being unable to accompany them. It still did not rival the Xaviers' displeased sentiment over Cordelia whisking them away to the school ahead of Charles and Emma themselves.

As guaranteed them, they discovered the guest parking lot along with the spots reserved for both their vehicles. One even managed to accommodate the X-Van without scraping two other cars in the process. The adults reminded the children to wait on the others before they attempted to scuttle out of the lot. 'Trapped' in collared shirts and trousers, the boys could not play to the extent of their normal summer rigor. Instead, Cody and Joey kept Brian between them as they decided to keep infiltrators out of the other reserved space by performing sporadic movements without detaching from each other.

Emma eyed them quizzically. "What do you think? Have they gone psychedelic and psychotic?"

"When did the two become mutually exclusive?" Kayla counter-questioned.

Though they currently had no outside observers, Charles cleared his throat. "Boys," Cody and Joey stilled in place while Brian almost sunk to his knees in a crazed giggle, "I believe your legs are sufficiently stretched. You are both taking part in programs at this prestigious academy, so please conduct yourselves like you're actually in school."

"But this is how we conduct ourselves in actual school, Uncle Prof," Cody felt the need to mention.

Trying not to let his satisfaction in the moniker gifted to him by the young Canadian, Charles shot an unheated look of censure.

Straightening his posture, Joey directed, "Time to get the gentleman on, lords."

Cody rolled his eyes in jest, "When your Brit breaks out…" but went along with the display of demure, nonetheless.

Gripping his brother's hand, Brian watched him in fascination.

The group did not have to wait long for the Lehnsherrs to pull in next. While Erik slipped on his shades, Cody made a show of going around to get Becky's door open for her. The older child did not feel the need to question his antics as he reached to help her out of the car in a grand gesture. Not bothering to reason why, Emma opened her arms when Becky made a somewhat hypnotic path for her. Their upcoming meet-and-greet no doubt stirred some stress. Cody guided Kayla out, Erik picked up Brian when the toddler beseeched his 'Uncree', and Joey walked with Charles.

"Wait 'til I show you around, Ma," Cody bounced at her side, "it's nothing like when we saw the Xavier School for the first time, but it's still pretty decent inside."

"Few institutions hold up next to our gifted school," Kayla said matter-of-factly, "but I'm sure they've done their best."

Behind them, the Headmasters exchanged differing degrees of but undoubtedly pleased faces.

Upon rounding the compound to reach its front, the adults stopped short of the pair there to greet them from atop the stairs. Erik removed his sunglasses to confirm the sight of the dark-haired, hardly five-foot man sporting a tangerine suit with a canary yellow shirt and a gold medallion around his neck. The ravishing young woman beside him stood taller, adorned in a black off-the-shoulder blouse, and an almost floor-length billowing skirt made up of multi-colored stripes.

"Zeke, Margo," Becky acknowledged brightly.
"Hey, Zeke," came from Cody, who then displayed a degree of bashfulness. "Hi, Miss Margo."

"Hi, Miss Margo," Zeke mimicked then smirked good-naturedly. "And here they are. My rising stars back in orbit."

"Hello, everyone." Margo stepped down to lace fingers with him. "I'm especially thrilled to see these cheekbones again."

Kayla maneuvered her way over to her smitten child. "Yet another striking vixen attempting to whisk you away?"

"Oh, sorry." Entranced state clearing, Cody turned towards his humored mother as he introduced, "Ma, this is Miss Margo and that's her goddaddy, Zeke. Miss Margo—"

Zeke raised a finger to interject, "Plus Goddaddy."

"Yeah, right, right." Cody went on with, "This is my ma." He then zipped over to throw an arm around the quiet boy present. "This is my best friend and Cousin Joey," the blue-eyed lad beamed at that and waved. Cody used his thumb to indicate the others. "His kid brother, Brian and their folks, Aunt Emma and my Uncle Prof."

"Geez, don't get too formal on us, pal." Zeke glanced at the tallest male present. "Would you be his papa or pack mule?"

"He's my papa, Erik Lehnsherr," Becky asserted, giving Cody's side a ginger jab before properly naming the rest of the gathered.

After an extensive round of handshaking, Margo led the women inside while Zeke brought up the rear behind the males.

Margo put forth, "Cody's something of a ladies man, I take it?"

Kayla furtively replied, "There's always a flock of schoolgirls who see him as their own private knight."

"Hm, nice to know some members of the next generation are keeping chivalry alive," Margo stated favorably.

"Eh, I don't do much," Cody waved off.

Becky rolled her eyes lightheartedly while Erik and Charles swapped knowing gazes again.

As they fully moved into the brighter lit main level proper, the array of colors seemed to envelop them all.

"My, Charles," Emma slowly veered, "this campus has no shortage of grandeur."

"Yes, even more so than when I first toured it," the Professor proudly concurred, touching the top of Joey's head. "It thrills me that you can study here at last."

"Me, too," Joey smiled with his father, though his voice contained traces of trepidation.

With the bunch having stopped for further observation, Zeke faced the Xaviers as he said, "Refresh me. Are you on my squad, too? One of the AV guys, maybe?"

Securing his shades to his shirt pocket, Erik revealed, "Our Joey is much more visual than audio."

Emma further clarified, "He's one of the winners of the portfolio contest."

"Oh yeah, I think you two mentioned that," Zeke spoke in Becky and Cody's direction then turned to Joey. "Congratulations there, Bill Holden. That's a pretty big deal for the Art Department."

"Thank you." Joey then wondered with some amusement, "Bill Holden?"

"He calls Scott Sean Connery," Cody told him.

"Where is he, anyway?" Zeke inquired.

Becky replied, "Learning to ride a motorcycle."

"Motor scooter," Emma corrected promptly. "And he's fortunate I'm allowing that much."

"Motorsomething," Becky shrugged.

Zeke stated, "And the 007 image is complete."

Once Margo guided them onward, they finished the first floor walkthrough with the enormous auditorium.

"The academy boasts two assembly halls," Margo informed. "This one is strictly for the Theatre Department."

Zeke added, "Yeah, it's already a circus around here the closer we get to Opening Nights. Not trying to clear out my cast so some schmoe from Detective Comics can give a motivational address."

"Yes," concurred Margo, "our schmoes, however, are paramount."

"I love when she shows off that MBA," Zeke swanked.

IIIIIII

After they finished their heavily topped hotdogs and the supreme nacho platter they shared, the New Yorkers left the diner with the remains of their milkshakes in hand. They walked right by the parked car, opting to stroll. When they happened upon Hope Park, the familial pair went in to seize the last empty bench. Their line of sight went to a horde of children frolicking wildly on the ample playground equipment.

"I remember those days," Frank nostalgically remarked.

"So do I," Alana seconded. "How long ago was it for you? Four or five minutes?"

Frank gave her a half-hearted scowl as she laughed airily. "You're just mad we had real recess and you guys just got half-hour naps between factory shifts."

Alana simply rebuffed, "Only until Child Labor Laws. After that, we got the full hour."

"Ohh, my mistake." Frank then recalled, "Seriously, as soon as I got here, I figured I'd be driven out of town within a week or two. Now, I'm like… some kind of claim-to-fame for this place. It's crazy."

"This lousy popsicle stand lucked into you," Alana asserted. "It's the least they can do to act like it."

"All because of some standardized test a bunch of moldy oldie Ivies cooked up."

Alana emphasized "A standard you pulverized. The eggheads never knew what hit 'em."

Frank eyed a group of boys headed for the basketball court. "Dad wouldn't think it's so hot."

Shifting her gaze to him, Alana used her milkshake free hand to caress him at the hairline. "There's another reason I thought we could both use some minus-mansion time today. I managed to insult Emma this morning and mortify myself in the process."

Frank turned to her with an expression of surprised skepticism. "What? Mom, you? How? And why's everything gotta go down while I'm in school?"

With a face of sympathetic amusement, Alana explained, "I implied that her mothering Leon is a little… suspect with her brother-in-law adopting him."

Frank grew all the more shocked then incredibly repulsed. "Oh, just ugh, Mom! Dad and Emma? Please tell me we don't need to put you back on those special meds."

"I know and I'll get back to you on that." Alana then put forth, "But now, I want to hear your truth. However bad or unpopular it might be."

"About…?"

"Erik adopting Leon." She reiterated, "Whatever it is, baby, lay it out."

Frank opened his mouth then closed it and sat in ponder until he had a better grasp on that concept himself. "First thing, I guess, I hate how it seems like everybody's waiting for me to have a middle-child meltdown over this. Not because they're way off base, but because it reminds me how much of a self-centered fart I can be. I don't want to be that guy anymore."

Alana nodded and gently deduced, "But it does bother you. Doesn't it, champ?"

Now, Frank nodded, fully meeting brown eyes with her. "Erik loves me. He fights for me. He trusts me. He believes in me. But it seems like Becky and the guys have this obvious permanence with him. I used to have- and don't get me wrong here, Mom because I love looking like you now- but I used to look like him. Strangers always assumed I was his. Until this happened." Frank flicked at his copper strands. "Now, Scott looks more like his son than I do."

"No," Alana hastily reassured, "I understand where you're coming from. But hon, look at Leon. Appearance wise, he has to feel like the sore thumb when you're in public."

"But he'll have his name, like Becky," Frank pointed out in turn. "Alex is his straight-up second and knows all about the Lehnsherrs." He released a despondent breath. "When I saw how you two get around each other, I used to dream that I'd have this big, important part among the Erik Kids. If you two got married, I'd have Erik and be the guy who brought a mom into our picture. That part might have been the biggest fantasy. Even back then, you were only my mom. Emma's theirs."

With a feeble smile, Alana confided, "Even our fantasies resemble each other. At least you have being a kid as an excuse. I do love Erik- so much."

Inhaling through his nostrils, Frank concluded, "But nothing's changed. You're not leaving Dad."

Alana put her shake container on the spot next to her and inched closer to her son, never losing eye contact. "I want so badly to give you this family you want- that we both want."

Frank compassionately responded, "But you can't without totally tearing down Lin and Jeff's family."

"What's right in the eyes of God doesn't always mesh so well with what we want," Alana stated forlornly.

"As if we didn't learn that already," Frank said pointedly.

Alana quieted for a short moment. "Erik and I already agreed that our relationship- or lack thereof- takes a mile-long backburner to being your parents. You couldn't be more right about him fighting for you, champ. He isn't afraid to go against anyone to keep you with him. Not even me."

Frank's eyes swelled and he took a breath. "I wouldn't be even halfway better than I used to be without him. I can't go on without him, Mom. I just wish I had a solid way to make it known- to the entire world."

"I know, baby." Alana pressed their cheeks together and applied a massaging hand to his back. "Your dad does, too."

IIIIIII

A rupture of giggles echoed across the lengthy stage as the giddy one-year-old charged across the wooden surface. Joey's pursuit of him only made the shorter blonde pick up speed. Before he could reach the stairs on the opposite end, Charles popped up to block his path at the top step.

"Eh-eh," Charles swept him up with a tickle to his belly that broadcasted Brian's squeal even louder, "hold it right there, my budding thespian. I don't think the performing arts are quite ready for one Brian Henry Xavier."

Staring out at his audience of no one, Brian brought his palms to his lips to smooch and blow multiple air kisses.

Joey came over and gingerly flicked his brother on the foot. "You are so weird sometimes, Bri. Like Cody and Becky." He peered at their surroundings. "No way would I volunteer to be on stage."

At that, Charles informed him, "Your stage will be innumerable museums. And as the artist, you'll have to get used to your admirers swarming you, ogling you, throwing rapid-fire questions your way…"

Joey regarded him in dry disbelief. "Uh, Daddy? I couldn't get into one museum, remember?"

"Charles," the elder Xavier reproached, "none of that."

Brian attempted to imitate, "Noon ooh dat," complete with finger wag.

Giving his toddler a little shake, Charles continued addressing his eleven-year-old. "You lost all right to put yourself down that way the moment you- however sneakily- earned your way into this program."

Joey then wondered, "Why did you want me to go to art school here? Even if I could've kept from blowing the lights to smithereens back then, all I did was draw and make stuff for the family sometimes. You really thought I was as good as the kids in a place like this?"

"No," Charles answered with benign frankness. "You were talented, but still an amateur. However, I saw your potential and your drive even more. I wanted the best institution to hone your craft. I knew it was out of the question then, but there was always someday." Charles supported Brian on his hip and spared a hand to touch Joey's shoulder. "Little did I know, you would make it here all on your own."

Joey stood silent as a smile curled between his lit cheeks.

The trio of Xavier males peered over as Zeke came through from the rear of the stage with Becky and a bouncy Cody in tow.

"Uncle Charles," spoke a dazzled Becky, "Auntie Em and I are ready to pack up that locker room to haul to our Westchester school. The girls' showers are glassed in and there are these attached stalls to change in with mirrors and everything."

"Ah, very good." Charles then eyed Cody furtively. "Do the boys fare as well?"

"Yep, same setup," Cody confirmed. "Except we have whiz zones, too."

Becky made a face at him. "Would you just call them urinals?"

Zeke took a swipe at Cody's hair. "Or buffer zones at least."

Going over to the dark-haired X-Kids, Joey raved, "I still can't believe we're all gonna be here together. So glad Aunt Cordy brought us here."

Charles resisted every urge to refute that. Noticing his father's taut expression, Brian smiled into his face and squeezed the man's cheeks together. Charles jutted his lips comically to kiss his nose.

"Zeke," Margo emerged from the back, "they're out of committee."

"Uh-oh," the director half-joked with a final glance at the children, "stay tuned," before heading after his goddaughter.

"Well, seems we're no longer needed at this juncture." Alone with his youngsters, Charles next brought up, "Didn't my little ones mention something about a nice snack spot not far from here…?"

With a wriggle of his eyebrows, Cody zoomed towards the nearest set of stairs to lead the way.

II

Inside the windowless but bright office, a seated lineup of Kayla, Erik, and Emma faced the desk. When Zeke and Margo made their return, he filled his swivel chair while she opted to sit on the right-hand edge of the desk.

"The tour really was appreciated," Emma began, "but I never had any doubts about your campus. If my husband had hopes of our son taking his art lessons here, I knew it would more than service his cousins as well. And as young as she is, I also trust Rebecca's judgement."

Zeke noted thoughtfully, "I see why she sings your praises. You actually give her room to breathe."

"That she does, as suffocation is my domain," Erik asserted candidly. "My daughter is kind, caring, and capable, but she still has so much to learn about this world. I support this theatrical endeavor, however," his voice took on an unmistakable resolute edge, "neither she nor Cody are in a position of having to sing for their supper. No activity- profitable or otherwise- comes before their well-being."

"We are in firm agreement there, Mr. Lehnsherr," Margo avowed. "For every member of our troupe. There's a reason we go through such a screening process for their physical and mental health."

"Fact is, none of these kids know a tenth of what they think they do," stated Zeke. "I've seen too many off-stage tragedies in this industry. Believe me, we're all on the same page about what's good for them. Have your attorneys combed through the paperwork?"

"Now, that you mention that," Kayla piped up, "we need to discuss certain aesthetic clauses. Specifically, my son does not want his hair shorter than his shoulder-blades."

"And Becky's modesty needs to be respected," added Emma. "No revealing costumes."

"We have creative means of working around limitations," said Margo hopefully.

Zeke retrieved a pen to take notes on his yellow pad. "Get the feeling there's gonna be a pop quiz later."

II

Against his better judgement, Charles allowed the three older children to each have a full paper bag of various salts and sweets. He did approve of Joey offering to share his with Brian. Still, hyperactivity proved imminent. The Professor let them linger outside a while longer to burn off some of the excess energy, inwardly hoping the enthused merriment would make bedtime that much easier, at least. Becky's ginger romping with the boys amused him; his princess ever conscious of her sophisticated city attire. Not wanting to bring home a pack of dingy mongrels, Charles joined in by letting the lads take turns riding on his shoulders, away from the random dirt and puddles. The mutant elder thoroughly enjoyed himself in the process.

Once they returned to the academy, they sought out the bathrooms. Pleased to find the men's facilities sufficiently clean and sink space ample, Charles arranged a pad and wipes on the counter to get Brian changed. With his small son having completed both numbers, he used three baggies to wrap the soiled diaper in before depositing it into the trash bin. Coming out to wash their hands, Joey and Cody snickered at the man's generous use of travel aerosol.

"Common courtesy, lads." Charles gave Brian to Joey and started re-packing his black sling bag. When they stepped out into the hall again, they spotted Becky waiting on a bench and more so, the three adolescent males that stood conversing with her. "Oh, bullocks, can't leave her alone for five minutes without a militia."

"Those are the A.V. dudes," Cody recognized. "They were droolin' over her last time we were here, but they ain't try nothin'."

"I see," Charles said mostly to himself then ventured forth, "Becky," his niece looked over in clear relief, "we should get back. If your little playmates don't mind."

One of the boys wondered, "Is that your brother?"

With a giggle, Becky clarified, "That's my uncle. My brothers are at home, but my dad's here if you want to meet him…"

All three declined with variations of, "We're good," and, "Maybe next time," then promptly dispersed.

Charles lightly snorted through his nostrils. "Brother- never get tired of that."

Joey grinned up at him. "Kids still ask me that about you."

Becky got up and leaned into Charles' side so they could continue on to the auditorium together.

They gathered in the front row, except for Cody. He went to the second row to be able to attach himself to Charles from behind and leave his chin on his shoulder. The Professor affectionately bumped cheeks with the leonine fledgling.

Both Charles and Becky received the Triad alert from Emma prior to Zeke, Margo, and the other X-Men making their way back.

"Alright, what's the deal?" Cody asked without delay.

Charles tugged on his wrist. "I take it negotiations were successful?"

"I'll say." Zeke used two fingers to point out Cody and Becky. "You two are out of a job."

They along with Joey reacted with a biting, "What?"

"Let's wreck the place," Cody incited.

Joey offered, "I'll call Alex."

"Hold your fire," placated Erik, who plucked up Brian once his bitty nephew wanted him again. "I don't know where you get such antagonistic notions." The metal wielder glibly dodged a look from his brother.

"What Zeke means," Margo spoke pointedly in her godfather's direction, "is that your parents think it would be best for you to take part in the summer theatre program with a chance for a freelance play or two in the fall. Once you get a feel for it and it seems to fit, we'll talk about more paid work for you."

"Meaning you're expected to keep up with your schoolwork and responsibilities at home," Kayla further explained.

Cody faced Becky as he said, "Like we didn't see that comin'."

"I would like to add," Charles raised his pointer finger to gain the floor, "keeping up with your schoolwork means approaching us when you find yourself struggling. We are in no way rooting for you to fail so we can snatch this opportunity away from you."

Becky eyed him closely. "And you won't be mad?"

Charles quickly replied, "Only if you shut us out."

"Exactly," Emma agreed. "We all want this to work out for you and we're here to help you along the way."

Joey wanted to know, "That goes for me, too, right?"

"No, Kangaroo," responded Erik sardonically, "your failure has always been our deepest desire. We've placed countless bets on the prospect." He smirked at his older nephew's scowl of preciousness.

"So," came from Cody, "if you're messin' with our moolah, does this mean we get bigger allowances?"

A nonchalant Charles' line of sight went straight to Kayla, who determined, "That's a conversation we'll have at home."

Cody nodded at his mother and hid a smile behind Charles' head.

After everyone thanked Margo and Zeke for their time again, the latter insisted, "Thank you. We're one to talk but I got to say, you're one fascinating family."

As they prepared to depart, Erik uttered covertly to the blue-eyed babe he carried, "If they only knew how true. Isn't that so, Lab Mouse?"

Brian's cheeks and eyes dazzled with a puckish laugh.

IIIIIII

"Where's Jazzy?"

"Fast asleep. It is pushing midnight here, stud," the tantalizing Irish accent reminded. "Now, let's talk about the-man-of-the-hour/century… how did your trim turn out?"

"You first- official birthday request." Alex arched further back in his seat comfortably. "What are you wearing… if anything?"

"Hm, somewhere in the middle," Holly said coyly. "Satin, red, sheer enough to see straight through the vital components of my anatomy."

"Mmm," Alex hummed. "Hair up or down?"

"Down and cloaking me better than this delicate little garment. Now, your turn… pretty please?"

Savoring the plead in her tone, Alex detailed, "It's still longer than my standard ex-con cut. Got some stubble going; light but rough. Just the way you like it." He grinned massively when he heard a purr from her. "Got almost a jungle's worth of chest hair going."

"Ooh," Holly cooed. "Shirtless?"

"Unbuttoned and wide open," he replied. "With trunks, though I think I'm gonna need more than a quick dip after this."

"Guess you're not half as drenched as I am right now…" They chatted a few minutes longer until Holly wished him good night with, "Happy Irish birthday, stud."

"Thanks a million, Irish babe." Once they hung up, Alex slid down to the floor in a hypnotic state.

Within seconds, his emptied bulge indicated that he needed to change his shorts.

Outside of the next-to-never closed office, the resident physician paused momentarily before continuing to follow the Beach Boys' lyrics and youthful hooting. He reached Alex's hygiene station shortly, taking in the antics within. While Angel and Samantha simply wet their feet, Raven, Cordelia, Jam, and Fabian fully lounged in the hot tub. Jam and Raven erupted the occasional splash fest. Hank stood mesmerized over his fully blue, two-piece suit adorned wife.

From the corner of her eye, Raven saw him, "There's my baby," and leapt stylishly right out of the water. "Took you long enough."

Before Hank could speak, he found himself with an armload of Raven, who all but bit his lips.

Off to the side and sipping soda with Leon, Melissa remarked, "Reminds me of those fish that swallow each other whole."

Jam looked her way. "And I swear you remind me of the daughter from the Addams Family."

"Don't mind me." Alex shimmied his way inside past Hank's massive physique. "Mere inhabitant coming through."

Fabian put on an apathetic air at the sweet smile Cordelia flashed the blonde's way.

"Hi, birthday man," the Bostonian acknowledged.

"Allegedly." Alex crossed his arms in mock irritation. "See you guys are fit to party without me."

"You already know we only love you for this jacuzzi," Angel quipped.

Samantha wondered, "Where have you been, anyway?"

Alex rapidly deflected that with, "Thinking you freaks and geeks better make some room," and went to jump in the inviting water.

"Come on," Raven coax once she hopped down from Hank's person. "We'll squeeze together…"

"Actually," recognizing the shapeshifter's robe, Hank took and draped it around her as he spoke furtively, "I suddenly have another notion. A far less crowded one."

Equally enthralled, Raven still searched his face. "You're sure?"

"Mom has the kids…"

Gripping her husband by his sizable wrists, Raven practically yanked him out of the room.

Alex sent a splash Samantha's way to divert from the curious gaze the younger blonde mutant developed.

II

A merry whistle preceded the tall gentleman's arrival in the kitchen with the little lass who greeted him at the door in tow.

Edna turned away from her stovetop creations to approach the pair. "What are you doing here?"

Jed simply replied, "Good food, better company."

A pleased but floored Edna responded, "Are you actually done for the day with time to spare for a hot meal?"

"I'm still on-call for the ER but yes, I'm as amazed as you are. Besides," Jed gave Kiki a playful bounce, "this evening felt cause for celebration."

"Look what Dr. Sullivan brought, Grandma." Kiki eagerly displayed the pink bakery box she carried for him. "Peanut butter pies."

"I've loved them since I was a kid myself," Jed divulged. "And with my Herd underfoot, I try to avoid keeping too much chocolate around the house." He then said apprehensively to Edna, "I'm sorry I didn't call ahead, but I was in a rush to grab them and get back in time for dinner. I hope you haven't made dessert already."

"Not yet," Edna reassured, "and we had nothing spectacular in mind beyond ice cream. Besides, peanut butter pie sounds like a nice change of pace for the eve of Alex's birthday."

"Yes, but that isn't all we're celebrating." Jed then revealed, "I saw Scout Dukes today for a follow-up and his healing is coming along smoothly."

The adults imitated Kiki's infectious, "Yay!"

"Sweetpea, could you put these away for me, please?" Jed requested.

"Sure." Once Jed lowered her, Kiki went to the more spacious second refrigerator to store the pies.

Jed glanced around. "Where's Trav off to?"

Edna went to resume cooking as she told him, "Out back with the dogs and the bigger boys."

"Guess what, Dr. Sullivan." Done with her task, Kiki skipped over. "I get to help with desserts tomorrow. I'm sleeping over in Becca's room so we can get up early to make special potato cakes and apple-cinnamon birthday cake for Uncle Alex."

"You don't say," Jed reacted favorably. "Sounds like your Uncle Alex's big day will be a treat for us all."

Edna then recalled, "Oh, sweetheart, you better check on the food for Grace and the others."

Jed asked, "Do you need any help?"

"That's okay, Dr. Sullivan," Kiki declined. "I can do it myself now."

"I have no doubt," Jed said after the departing tyke.

Edna peered over her shoulder at him. "Will you have time to join us for breakfast tomorrow?"

"I wouldn't miss it," Jed replied confidently. "Alex and the kids will be occupied in the afternoon, right?"

"With their unique form of training if Alex Summers has anything to say about it."

Jed quieted momentarily as he went to press one hand to the counter closest to the stove while facing her. "So, after all these incredible lunches you've shipped me off with, I'd… I would really love a chance to return the favor. Tomorrow, if possible."

Edna switched off the right-hand stove burner. "Are you asking me to lunch, Jed?"

"Are you accepting?" he came back with wistfully.

"Are you sure you have the time? It's a wonder you remember to eat at all."

Jed responded, "With the right company, you'd be amazed."

"Well, then, if that's the case," a smile trailed along Edna's face, "yes, I would love to have lunch with you, Jed. Outside of my son's lab, preferably."

The man's shoulders pulsed with a chuckle. "I had somewhere a smidge nicer in mind."

II

The foresight to increase their A/C upon stumbling into their private wing proved fruitful as an additional surge of cool air spread across the rooms. Though their insides emitted ecstatic waves, their skin burned almost as profusely as their staggering desire. Managing to catch their breaths, they held each other as they waited for their heartbeats to calm down as well.

"Big Beast," Raven moaned euphorically, dragging her hand along his solid chest, "back and better than ever."

"Mrs. Mystique is no slouch, either." Hank fondled her hair. "A few times there, I had to wonder which one of us has the animal inside them."

"I did," Raven nipped on his earlobe, "remember? And if you did contaminate me, you inside me is my ideal way to go."

"Don't joke about that."

At the growl in his voice, she challenged, "Make me stop."

Hank maneuvered to get on top of her and stare down into her voracious yellow eyes. "I still can't get over this side of you. I've never seen you so physically uninhibited."

Raven waltzed fingers up his bicep. "The territory of Puerto Rico and every square inch of our car beg to differ."

"That's with us." Hank pecked her lips. "Now, you don't conceal your natural form to anyone in the know."

"The transformation was a gift," Raven stated. "One that demands to be seen… you don't like it?"

"You are beautiful and blue," Hank said in turn, "exactly as I love it. It's all just going to take some getting used to." He then brought up, "Except I'd rather you keep the bikinis in private. Especially in the presence of incredibly impressionable teenagers. Lest we forget Maya and Logan's showdown over this same issue just last month."

Raven groaned slightly as she realized. "Not my best big sister moment. Gotcha."

"Good." Hank kissed her again. He felt her squirm under him. "What?"

"Come on." Raven sat up when he managed to withdraw from her. "If we're going to be at the table on time, we better shower together."

When she got off the bed and scampered towards their en suite, Hank rolled off the bed to dart after her bare blue body.

IIIIIII

Steel doors to his den dividing, the Polish Headmaster entered and immediately stilled in place at the sight that greeted him. His eldest currently made a trampoline of the sofa, shoes on and all.

When they met eyes, the metal wielder wryly put forth, "Dipped into the sherry a few hours early, did you?"

Alex shrugged, bouncing in place now. "Hey, I'm already getting spanked first thing in the morning."

"Touché. Now, if you wouldn't mind caging that inner imp for a moment," Erik headed towards his desk, "there's something we need to go over."

Alex quickly jumped down to trail him.

Taking his chair, Erik used his power to unlatch the filing cabinet to his left. He pulled a number of documents from the top drawer to place on top of the desk.

Standing right alongside him, Alex leaned over for a better look. "What is all this, Dad?"

"With the amount of legal hoo-hah I've had to deal with of late in addition to you turning twenty-one very shortly, it's time I discussed certain matters with you in detail."

Alex took immediate note of the first file the older male opened. "Is this your will?"

"Your copy of it," Erik confirmed. "I've had to update it recently and, I suspect, not for the last time. In the meantime, upon my death, you will be made executor of my entire estate. As my primary heir, you will oversee the trusts set aside for Leon, Frank, and Becky. One of the updates has been for Tommy. Emma and I are mutual contributors to a dowry for Becky while Charles and I both add to Scott—"

"Whoa, whoa, Dad, slow down," a mystified Alex requested.

Erik eyed him somewhat dryly. "Honestly, boychick? Don't act as if you haven't seen this coming. You only just signed guardianship papers for Scott and Joey. Who else would I entrust to see to your siblings' welfares?"

"Look, I already knew I had to fill your shoes one day," Alex attempted to explain. "Take over your Headmaster spot, even. But all of this laid out in black and white… you're trusting me with everything."

"Only what I value," Erik calmly countered. "Before the X-Men had a name, Charles and I knew we wanted to make sure that none of you were in a position of going without and being dependent on the unfeeling system again. And we have more to fear as mutants than we ever did then."

Alex found it difficult to formulate sound for a moment. "I… I don't even know what to say."

"I'd prefer you listen." Erik then resumed matters with, "Now, the estate includes liquid assets, chattel, investments—"

"You have investments?"

"Soon enough, though the stock market will never be among them." Erik started showing him an assortment of other documents. "I've decided to invest in a number of small businesses from the Temple."

"Like the barbershop?" Alex guessed.

Erik nodded. "Uri Lubinsky showed wisdom today. The former generation suffered a great deal to make a life for their families. We have to do our part to keep Jewish businesses not only open but thriving across Westchester."

"Yeah, got to keep those crummy gentiles off our turf," Alex said with a wave of his fist.

Erik tugged on his son's closed hand. "This isn't purely spiritual altruism, boychick. Whatever lies ahead for mutants, we have to be a stronger force. Money and influence only add to our power arsenal."

"You're right," Alex concurred. "I don't think anything can erase seeing my brothers in those facilities. That can't happen again."

"Speaking of wisdom." Erik patted his cheek before getting them on track with the legalities once more.

IIIIIII

Warm vessel of her dozing seven-year-old secured to her front, Raven made her way through the second floor until her sister-in-law's ajar door came into view. Careful of Trav, the shapeshifter covertly slipped inside. From the foot of the mattress, Hank silently watched the sleeping lineup of Becky, Grace, and Kiki. With the kitten nestled between the girls, Sandy laid on the floor, but raised his head in acknowledgement of the lady. When Hank felt his wife touch his shoulder, he spared one hand to go over hers while the other continued to clutch Kiki's.

"Coming up?" Raven sent into his ear.

"In another minute," Hank returned faintly then gave kisses to her lips and Trav's head.

"I love you, Gorges," Raven whispered to the younger females before turning to go.

Out in the hall again, Trav snuggled closer to his mother. The gentle motion incited Raven to hum a lullaby.

IIIIIII

As soon as Frank spontaneously appeared in the kitchen, Alana instinctively readied a second glass of milk with cocoa sprinkles. "Manage to land in the bullseye this time?"

"Hey, cool." Frank accepted the drink from her. "I was just aiming to get downstairs. Nice not to end up in Wolverine's thorn bush this time."

"Even better," Alana said glibly, opening the cookie jar for him next, "not having to bust out the tweezers."

Frank swiped a chewy chocolate oatmeal. "Jess wants to know if we're up for church again on Sunday."

"Sure," Alana agreed. "In fact, it's a bit of a necessity these days."

"Tell me about it. Thanks, Mom." After finishing his quick snack, Frank poured a fresh glass and grabbed one more cookie before exiting exactly as he came in.

When he seemed to land in his selected destination, the teenager shouted euphorically until he realized he presently hovered almost three feet too high. He managed to drop into a wobbly pose that sent a slight course of impact pain through his ankles but only made him spill a marginal amount of milk.

"Teleportation may still be awkward," Frank turned to the source of the adult voice, Erik on the side of the bed, flexing with a pair of 20-pound dumbbells, "but it's made you all the more agile, little boychick."

Frank stood more properly upright. "Beats looking like an actual chick going splat out of the nest."

Erik raised one eyebrow. "I also trust you knock before practicing that feat with the others?"

"Unless I drop in without meaning to." Frank presented the cookie and cocoa milk. "I come bearing gifts."

Erik watched him with lighthearted skepticism. "Gifts or bartering tools?"

At that, Frank beseeched, "Can I borrow a couple things to wear to church on Sunday? Mom and I are going to Jessie's again."

Erik left the dumbbells on his mattress to take the goods. "So long as you return them—"

"In the same state I found them," Frank finished, dashing over to the older male's closet. "Thanks!" Pawing through his fine assortment of ties, Frank considered something else and beseeched, "Dad?"

Erik swallowed his milk behind the cookie. "Hm?"

"Do you think you could maybe come with us?" Frank poked his head out of the closet. "Just you, me, and Mom?"

After brief consideration, Erik decided, "I'll clear the day. Perhaps we can have an early dinner together as well."

Big grin resulting from that, Frank popped back in to recommence with his browsing.

II

A surge of déjà vu struck the freshly showered soon-to-be-twenty-one-year-old when he walked in to find his top mattress in use as a springboard. The masked, ultra-slim stuntman seemed to have aspirations of rocketing to the ceiling. At the headboard, a jiggling Joey sat with the bulk of his attention on his sketchpad.

Crossing his arms, Alex approached the bed to inform, "You break it, you bought it, twerp."

An unexpected assault with a not-so-deadly foam football to his abdomen made Scott plop to his knees. "Hey!"

"Learn to pay attention," responded an unapologetic Alex, strolling towards the bed. "You'd have heard me come in if you weren't trying to scramble your brains."

"It's called," Scott unlatched and removed his headgear as he spoke, "resistance testing on multiple terrains. And I did hear you." He put his shades on. "What, you expect me to roll out a red carpet for you or something?"

Ignoring the jovial impertinence, Alex snatched the helmet to look it over. "The gear you and Frankenstein are able to rig up these days." Despite his impressed tone, Alex still quipped, "So, what, you take one toot on my bike and you think you're ready to leap mattresses at a moto show?"

Fists going to his hips, Scott informed, "I'm trying to test the shock resistance with random impacts and Emma won't let anybody hurl me down the stairs no matter how wrapped up I am."

Alex shook his head with mild sympathy. "I swear, the Wright brothers never would have gotten off the ground if their mom hadn't been into mechanics, too."

Joey glanced up from his present drawing. "If I'm wrapped up really good, can I drive your bike?"

The Summers' resounding unison of, "No," almost made the smallest boy's ears ring.

With no verbal retaliation formulating, Joey seized the nearest pillow to fling their way. Though both the older two managed to duck, the war ignited and Joey had to transfer his sketchpad to the night table to avoid fluff bombardment.

The three raced all around the room. When one or more of them could not whack one of the others with a pillow, they tossed whatever soft articles they could. They wound up emptying the contents of the hamper and the waste bin of all its paper wads. Even with the mess they made, the trio still fought with ingrained strategic maneuvering in mind. Though his face showed otherwise, Alex did not care when they got the jump on him. Seeing his brothers formidable in any situation always sent pride as well as relief through him. Scott also made him smile by instinctively shielding Joey a couple of times.

Once the breathless bunch called it a draw, they collapsed on one mound of softness, lined up by age/height.

Folding his arms behind his head, Alex inquired, "How's this training deal working out with Trick, anyway?"

Toying with his specialized helmet, Scott replied, "We haven't done all that much yet, but we're up front with each other. He knows what I want, I know what he expects, and I can get behind it."

"That's good. I'm cool with Trick, but he has to be on point for you here. I'm glad you're giving him a chance, but he's still the instructor." Alex then advised, "Just resist the boneheaded urges when he ticks you off. Seriously, it's never worth it."

Scott admitted, "Yeah, I know. It's fine so far. Really glad Coach didn't give me too much grief about these helmets. Trick wasn't trying to make a move without his say-so."

"You mean Vic's?" Alex hummed thoughtfully. "So, it's back to 'Coach', huh?"

"He was my coach through two seasons," Scott reminded importantly. "There's no law that says I have to stop calling him that just because I'm not on the team anymore."

Alex next put forth, "That's not what you called him on the last mission."

Scott's thin frame tensed as he turned to him with a near critical expression. "What are you talking about?"

Alex looked straight into the ruby-quartz adorned face. "You called Vic 'Dad', Scottie."

"What? No, I didn't," Scott immediately insisted.

"Yes, you did." Both sent their gazes Joey's direction. "I heard you, too. When you were arguing with him about sending us back to the jet."

Scott stammered then claimed, "It was a slip then. I probably meant to call him dude and got all mixed up. We'd just been shot down- I wasn't exactly thinking straight."

Alex eyed him disapprovingly. "Aren't you the same guy who just mentioned wanting everything upfront?"

With a frustrated sigh, Scott sat up and hugged his knees. "Slip or not, just drop it, okay?"

"If that's how you want it." Alex gave a solid squeeze to his shoulder. "But you don't have to be ashamed, little brother. Or sorry."

The knock followed by cordial English accent drew them all away from their current topic.

"Daddy- off the floor," Joey urged in a hush.

All three scrambled to climb on the bed as Alex rang out, "It's open, Charles," with Joey in the middle now.

When the telepath joined them in the room, Scott tried to gauge the man's initial countenance. He wondered if he knew about their forbidden floor contact or perhaps, even about their more somber conversation from seconds ago. Whatever the case, the Professor seemed to opt to turn a blind eye to the whole thing as he offered them excerpts from Ivanhoe.

With the elder's soothing narrative voice, not even Joey could stay awake as long as he wanted. Charles concluded the recitation at a chapter and a half. After a kiss to Joey's forehead, he clasped hands with Alex.

First round on me tomorrow?

The younger instructor came back with, I'll hold you to that, Unc.

When he went around the bed to check on Scott, Charles sat close to him, worried at the boy's features being more pensive than fatigued. Need some help tapering off tonight?

Scott gave him a surprisingly eager nod. Yes, please.

Of course, my Cyclops. Charles linked their hands and minds to give the all-too-contemplative child the alleviation he required.

IIIIIII

Even without their usual need to rise in conjunction with the sun, the McCoys wound up stirring early. Unsurprisingly, the shift in his parents' weights easily got Trav's eyelids pried apart. He spent the night tucked between them like the safeguarded young of an orangutan coupling. After greeting kisses for both her males and a bathroom visit, Raven made tracks for the downstairs to see if Kiki and Becky needed more help in the kitchen. For an extended moment, Hank lingered with Trav's lean little body sprawled on top of his burly one. When he heard his son's coos to get Bruiser's attention, the scientist slipped on his glasses and eyed the watchdog. On his stomach, the black canine inched away with a soft whimper until a hand gesture from the adult human encouraged him to be at ease. Bruiser stayed by the bed but still maintained something of a respectful distance.

Once Hank got up to gather their clothes, Trav started up an unusual game of chase with Bruiser. Unusual for anyone housed beyond the walls of the mutant mansion. With the dog continuously moving to keep up with him, Trav crawled along the walls. Hank appreciated his boy being so mindful of the picture frames and other hanging décor. He snuck up to snatch Trav off the wall with a tickle and playful growl that earned him a hearty giggle. Hank brought them to the attached bathroom, where they each did their business and brushed their teeth. Trav got into his day outfit and sat on the edge of the counter with his back to the mirror to watch his father shave.

"How do they make 'em so the blades don't hurt?"

"Oh, they can if you're being careless and rushing," Hank said to the contrary. "I speak from experience. Though, it's nowhere near as bad as what your grandfather used to deal with. Dad had to shave with a straight razor- those were basically knives to the face."

"Ugh," Trav winced at the thought. "But I bet Uncle Erik could use that kind like a pro."

"I bet all the milk money on that," Hank cheerfully concurred.

Trav's expression altered a little as the man turned to seek out his face towel. The boy reached tiny tentative fingers forward to inspect the broad upper back, covered only by a thin undershirt.

Hank stilled briefly at the contact and allowed the child to search a few seconds before peering back at him kindly. "It's gone now, son. All healed up."

Trav retracted his hand with a quiet, "Kay. Good."

"Which reminds me, I should conduct Uncle Leon's finger physical before the fun part of today begins. Did you want to join us in the lab or the ladies in the kitchen?"

After some consideration, Trav selected, "The lab, but after we feed the Herd," to his father's mostly concealed contentment.

IIIIIII

In an instant, Laci's arrival on the Xavier Estate ushered in a spectacular surge of euphoria among the gathered in the backyard. Besides Joey's overwhelming joy at meeting her in a hug-on collision and the girl's fashion choice of butterfly themed shorts and matching shirt, her presence gave the multitude of mutants the go-ahead to cease any worry over her unsuspecting parents sneaking up for the rest of the day. Limiting invitations to Allies only had been an adamant request on Alex's part. If celebrate they must, the plasma-flinger desired to imitate Cody's recent intimate festivities much more over Frank's enormous birthday spectacle.

Wings spread wide, Angel fluttered high above the grounds with Kiki orbiting her closely. In his transparent form, Trick came through to circle the female fliers like a benign tornado funnel. The Irishmen then started them off in a game of aerial tag.

When he managed to dodge a bump from the teenager, Trick ribbed, "I suppose angels aren't such winged warriors this side of the pearly gates, eh?"

Angel quickly came back with, "Says the ghost who doesn't have to flap anything but his mouth."

The daintiest, "'Scuse me," preceded Kiki wing thumping Angel and soaring straight through Trick, leaving behind the incredulous duo.

Peering skyward at the humorous frolics of the other three aerial-inclined mutants almost kept Sean from noticing the football rocketing his way. Fortunately, the redhead managed to catch the pigskin before it could collide with his chest.

"Eyes open, point man," Alex crowed, having started up the game with him, the Eye Scream Team, and Jam. "Seriously, do any of you nerds know how to pay attention lately?"

Even through his shades Scott's eyeroll could not be more apparent.

"You really do get more obnoxious with age, don't you?" Sean shot back, throwing the ball Frank's way.

"Respect your elders," advised Jam impishly. "You know Old Man Summers is getting decrepit."

Frank sniggered profusely.

Alex sent him an unheated sneer. "You're just geeked you don't have school today."

Frank broadcasted, "Frick yeah!" across the lawn.

On the lawn he kept so immaculate, Logan conducted mild drills to keep himself and his offspring in-tune with each other. He mainly sought to prevent Mira from letting her curiosity over the various birds and insects cause her to stray. Todd far more easily crawled in the grass close to their father. The only distraction for him came in observing Cody's random feats of agility. Logan watched his older son as well, shaking his head at the plucky scamp with hair that seemed to comprise most of his bodyweight.

When Cody spotted Samantha conversing with Cordelia a short distance away, he crouched and spread his arms to build up his running momentum. Though the other leonine child detected him, Samantha turned around not to get pounced but receive two earfuls of steadily growing roar. He startled Cordelia as well, inciting both girls to drop their bottled waters to hunt down the snickering nuisance.

II

Cooler on top of the island, Hank and Raven worked to get it reloaded for the rambunctious bunch outside. By the good resident physician's wishes and considering the junk food consumption the day entailed, they limited the beverage selection to juice boxes and waters.

"Did Mom tell you where he was taking her?" Hank somewhat casually brought up.

"She didn't say," Raven retrieved another package of juices from the pantry, "but to my knowledge, Jed didn't make reservations at a greasy spoon next door to the Bates Motel."

Hank shot her an unamused side glance. "Your reassurance is as appreciated as ever, better half."

The impassioned acknowledgement of, "Uncle Hank!" prevented Raven from counter-quipping. Laci rushed him with Joey and Sandy, who left Bruiser with Trav and Tommy, trying to keep up behind her. Pensive expression instantly replaced by a jubilant one, Hank dipped to sweep the slim girl off her feet. "I'm so glad you're better. I couldn't stop worrying about you the whole time."

Raven and Joey met eyes and matched quiet smiles.

Holding the delicate child as closely as he dared, Hank threaded fingers through her ponytail and did not speak for an extended stretch of time. He did not want his likely watery voice to betray him as he recalled the last time she gazed upon him. Due to no reason science could logically lead him to, the feral Beast lacked the capability to shy her away from the X-Man she knew within.

IIIIIII

Outdoor ruckus eventually tapered off shortly after four. The mansion's myriad of bathing chambers fulfilled their purpose tremendously with everyone seeking to wash-up and change into slightly sharper attire for the next part of the celebration.

Upon his knock getting granted for entry, the Polish Headmaster walked into his eldest's bedroom and observed the WU trio. Like himself, they all wore dark denim and a dress shirt; goldenrod on Jam, mulberry on Leon, and steel blue adoring the Birthday Blonde.

Jam got to his feet promptly. "We'll get out of your way, Mr. Lehnsherr."

Leon stood after him. "See you guys down there."

Once they trotted out, Alex noticed Erik's somewhat faraway gaze. "You okay over there?"

Looking him up and down again, Erik remarked, "You're so much handsomer than the first time I saw you sitting on a bed that way. What a difference improved posture and decreased brooding make."

Alex quickly shot back, "You're one to talk. There's a reason Sean told Tommy you were a demented scarecrow."

"And I haven't changed a bit." Erik crooked two fingers at him. When Alex came close enough to him, he repositioned them in front of the half-length wall mirror. At the younger male fiddling with his sleeves, the metal wielder took note of the familiar cufflinks and brushed fingers across the tiny gold pieces. "I'm not ashamed to tell you that there were nights I went to sleep with these under my pillow, on my bedside table, clutched in my fist. Had we made it to a ceremony, I'd have worn them to my wedding."

"You still might. Someday," Alex suggested. "You never know."

Erik released a soft wry laugh. "Adorable, boychick, though I am sure they could survive through hell freezing over."

"There's always Lee's wedding; Frank's, Scott's…"

Erik sent him a knowing look in the mirror. "Isn't there someone missing from that realm of possibilities?"

"Tommy's too young to think about that crap," Alex waved off. He absorbed the faux punch Erik sent into his stomach, which turned into a short belly massage from his knuckles. "Dad," he faced the mutant elder earnestly, "more than coming here or any of the stuff we talked about last night, you know what being your son means to me, right? What Grandpa Jake and Grandma Edie mean?"

Erik responded by drawing him into a solid hug. "You'll never fully know what that means to me, boychick." He combed fingers through the yellow hair. "Ready for the rest of your adulation?"

Alex rested his cheek on the older man's shoulder to linger another minute.

II

At the base of the stairs, Leon soon found himself with a horde of fascinated gawkers. Particularly, Tommy, Cody, and the other youngsters wanted to eye his digits, despite them still being protected by band-aids and anti-bacterial ointment for the time being.

"Those fingers are not ready for full recreation yet," Hank warned the group.

Leaning against the edge of the banister in a black skater dress and a burgundy shrug, Melissa monotoned, "He had stitches removed, geeks, not a spline."

Jam piped up, "I know we're all mad glad to have Tuesday here back in town."

Melissa scoffed, "Her name is Wednesday, okay?"

Jam pointed at her accusatorily. "You would know that."

Once the remaining X-Males joined them downstairs, "Move," Raven ever delicately batted Erik out of her way to take Alex by the wrists, "done fixing your face, twin?"

"I still qualify as your twin?" Alex raised Raven's arms, looking over the scarlet dress that amazingly reached her knees. "You're looking way more 'blue babe' than 'basic blonde' these days. Keep up the good work, by the way."

"Not a problem," Raven guaranteed.

Coming to send his arm around her waist, Hank informed, "My mom stopped by Dr. Sullivan's clinic after lunch. They're wrapping up, but she says not to let them hold us up here."

A fairly eager Laci then ventured, "Can we do presents before cutting the cake? Please?"

Alex briskly answered, "You bet," scooping up the giddy girl. "Make with the loot."

With that, Emma led the way into the parlor and present mound. Alex eased into Erik's chess chair with Laci. Joey and the fledglings gathered around closely. With Laci's enthusiasm in mind, Victor passed over the glittery sapphire gift bag the little ginger brought with her. She helped Alex pull out the wide frame from the well-cushioned bag. The upper portion of the painting depicted an oversized snowflake, sunflower, and leaf drawn and colored in vivid detail. Below showed a fit blonde physique surfing on a massive shark in a surge of water against a brilliant blue sky.

"Read what it says, Al," Joey pointed.

Alex had to return to the top to see the writing in the righthand corner. "Be the season winter, spring, or fall, Alex Summers is the greatest of them all." He cared not for a moment about the number of 'aww' reactions as he freed one hand to wind around the girl gratefully. "You're too good to me, kiddo. Thank you."

"You're welcome." Beaming, Laci stood, knowing the other children would all want a turn sitting with him.

Scott and Joey both gave him high-quality stickers.

At the air force insignia indicating the ROTC program, Charles wanted to know, "How did I miss those?"

Scott gave off an innocent shrug.

"Paws off, Prof," Alex warned, securing them before getting a chance to admire the "My Little Maestro Goes to The Jones-Broderick Academy".

"They didn't have brother ones," Joey explained. "Mum and Dad already bought a bunch yesterday. Sorry I didn't have time to draw you anything."

"Hey, cram it," Alex ordered then wrapped him and Scott into one-armed hugs. "I'm sticking these on the most obnoxious spots on my bike I can find."

In addition to new business casual clothes and jackets for the upcoming semester, Alex also received miniature deodorizers in different scents from Angel, Cordelia, and Maya. The McCoy children made him painted cardboard "Baby On Board" signs in blue from Trav and pink from Kiki. However, Sean's Tom-and-Jerry bobbleheads and Frank's fuzzy dice really gave him pause.

"Oookay, I am detecting the most transparent theme in the world here." Trying to mask any potential eagerness on his part, Alex eyed the adults present skeptically. "Out with it. What's going on?" Naturally, all gazes went straight to the oldest Headmaster. "Dad…?"

Erik made a wordless path for the doorway then turned back with one eyebrow high. "Do you plan on getting off your pampered backside at all soon?"

That asserted, Alex along with the other youths rushed forward.

Amidst the barrage of questions, the older mutants remained silent, though Charles and Trick passed boyish smirks.

Once they came upon the concealed apparatus situated under the brightest of the lighting, Erik brought everyone to a standstill and directed, "Maya."

The petitioned X-Woman telekinetically whipped off the white cover, unveiling the four-door machine in midnight. A multitude of exclamations from the group transformed their surroundings into an echo chamber while Alex could only gawk at first.

"Alright, everyone, calm down now," Charles soothed.

"Let's take it down a notch," Victor assisted so Erik could speak again.

"Chevy Bel-Air," the wizard of metal detailed to his flabbergasted son, "'62. Excellent condition but more than ready for you to add your thumbprint to it."

Formulating speech, Alex pieced together, "This was your 'last-minute errand' from earlier…"

Erik nodded. "I thought a car finally suited you." Opening his hand, he hovered the key dangling from the X-shaped chain towards him. "Or did I presume too much?"

"F—" Alex had to absorb an enormous breath to contain his knee-jerk response. He snatched the key out of the air. "Yes! Oh, my God, Dad!" He almost tackled Erik in an embrace. "You got me a car! You legit- thank you! Yes, yes, yes!"

With a chuckle, Erik ruffled his hair a little. "So, good call then. You're welcome, boychick."

"Jam, guys, check this out," Alex waved over, jogging towards his new transport.

"Check the rims," Frank indicated.

"Look at this paint job," Jam marveled.

"My blue's still better," Maya said to Logan and Kayla covertly.

Camera ever ready, Charles instructed, "Step back, everyone. I want a few shots of our boss twenty-one-year-old with his brand new wheels."

"We should all get pictures with our cars," Sean put forth.

Raven added, "Stick up a banner that says, 'Spoiled and Proud'."

"I'm in," agreed Cordelia.

Another Chevy making its way through the garage in the form of a black Camaro caused most of them to look over. The driver's side flung open, bursting forth the musical stylings of the Mills Brothers. Swaggering around to the passenger door, Jed got it open for an enraptured Edna.

"Mom?" Hank petitioned incredulously.

"Oh, Henry," she greeted with a giggle once she noticed their many on-lookers. "Things were a little out of sorts at the clinic."

Smoothing back his hair after excessive head bobbing, Jed wondered, "Are we too late for cake?"

IIIIIII

"Yep, wild and random, pretty much the name of the game around here." Half-dangling off his bed, the brown-eyed boy kept the receiver against his ear. He watched his door crack, followed by the older New Yorker's entry. "She just walked in. I'll fill you in tomorrow- just promise not to shriek at my hair. I can't help sudden whacky Irish growth spurts. Kay, bye."

As her son rearranged himself into an upright position, Alana watched him in sheer amusement. "Jess?" Frank nodded, returning the receiver to his base. "I told you not to worry about your hair. You could wear sackcloth over your head and still dazzle teenyboppers coast to coast. Though, really? 'Whacky Irish growth spurt' was the best explanation your genius mind could throw together?"

"Hey, it makes clearer sense than anything else going on with my powers," Frank mildly defended then grew somber. "Mom, I need to talk to you. We're talking really heavy stuff here."

Shutting the door, Alana hurried to sit beside him on the bed. "You know the drill. Lay it out, baby, whatever it is."

"Alex and Leon's friend, Jam?" When she nodded, Frank continued. "He's been worried about the nooks and crannies of this adoption because he wants it all to work out for Lee. He showed him and Alex some interesting stuff about the adult adoption laws here. They're actually pretty lax, all things considered. Since name change isn't mandated, Alex wants to do it."

"And so do you." Alana sighed, instinctively raising her hand to his cheek. "Champ—"

"I know what you're thinking," Frank went on, "but starting at fourteen, minor kids have a say in their adoptions if they're at least fourteen. So, there are adult adoption exceptions if you're under eighteen. I'll have an even easier time with the judge if you help me."

Taking it all in, Alana ensured they did not lose eye contact so much as marginally. "Have you thought about this? Really thought about it? The fallout?"

"Of course I have," Frank urged. "Way before Lee brought it up. Look, Mom, I know I'm putting you on the spot here, but I don't just want this- that's graduating early. This is something I need."

"Hey," Alana spoke carefully but piquantly, "if that is the case, I will do whatever's in or out of my power to help you pull this off."

Gaining some levity in his previously taut shoulders, Frank collapsed against her in relief. "Thank you, Mom!" Lifting his bright face, he received a kiss on his forehead from her. "Wait til Dad hears."

My thoughts exactly… Rising next, Alana had to abruptly brace herself when her elated son used their nearness to utilize his teleportation.