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10: Trials of Parenthood

Mysterio groaned, fingers twitching as he struggled to lift himself from the ground. He made it a grand total of three inches before collapsing back onto the concrete. Just what had hit him? One moment he had had that annoying pest Spider-man on the ropes, and the next. . .

Wham. The special effects master hadn't even seen what had hit him. As the ringing in his ears subsided, Mysterio became aware of the sound of two people arguing. He lifted his head, struggling to get his eyes to focus. Then he blinked. What the hell? Two Spider-men? A moment later he realized his mistake, as one of the figures had distinctly feminine curves.

"Absolutely not!" that was Spider-man. "I forbid it. You're far too young."

The other figure just raised her chin in defiance. "You can't stop me. Besides," she added. "I'm as old as you were when you started." And much better trained, May thought silently to herself. Unlike her Father, she had been taught how to fight. He had learned in the school of hard knocks.

"But."

The slightly smaller figure cut him off. "With great power comes great responsibility," she said quietly. "You taught me that."

Peter groaned. "Just," he sighed. "Just go home, we'll talk about this later."

Under her mask May smiled, knowing she had won. "Yes," she pumped a fist before shooting a web-line into the air. Watch out New York, the spectacular Spider-woman is on the job."

"Girl!" Peter shouted after the retreating figure. "Spider-girl." He would rather not have anyone imagine just what was under the tight fitting spandex of the eldest child's suit. "And you!" he turned his attention back to Mysterio. "Not a word."

That was just fine with Mysterio, as to be honest, he had no idea whether he should laugh or cry.

35: Hidden Beneath

The two lords were like night and day. One pale, with long silver hair and eyes like burnished gold, dressed all in white. The other with eyes and hair as dark as night, clothed in shadows. However, they did have some things in common. They were both tall and slender, both certain of their power, and neither of them were willing to back down.

Sesshoumaru had met the Master of the Shadow Isles several times before, usually due to matters of politics. The kage youkai ruled his domain well, and did not speak unnecessarily, something he appreciated. However, although the other had never been less than civil, he was well aware Osamu disliked him, intensely. Why, he had no idea, nor did he care as long as things remained civil.

Therefore, he was surprised when the dark figure took a sharp breath. "You don't know," the shadow demon whispered almost to himself in a tone of wonder. "You honestly do not know."

The Lord of the West raised one silver brow in inquiry, his facial expression remaining as smooth as ice. "What does this Sesshoumaru not know?"

Osamu opened his mouth to answer only to be interrupted by a third party.

"Osamu!" Inuyasha yelled, yanking open the door of the others manor. The hanyou staggered, bracing one hand against the wall, upper body swathed in bandages. "You bastard! What have you done with my pendant!"

Sesshoumaru stared. Inuyasha was clearly furious, something that did not surprise him. His little brother had always had a temper. The fact that he was now a she, and possibly had always been a she, well that was new.

Osamu was at the young woman's side immediately scooping her into his arms and ignoring the strident declarations that she could walk and put her down thank you very much. "I assure you Sesshoumau-sama," he said sincerely, turning his attention back to the elder inuyoukai. "That I have nothing but the most honorable of intentions towards your younger sister."

Any response Sesshoumaru may have had to that was drowned out by his sibling's raised voice. "And if you even think of asking him for my hand I'll rip yours off!"

51: Life on the Road

"I am telling you Karr," the ten-year old complained. "I can't do it." He sent an emerald glare at the fist sized rock. "It was a fluke."

"Ridiculous," the AI responded. "I observed you telekinetically move a much larger object under duress."

Harry opened his mouth to deny it only to be cut off.

"My sensors were not mistaken," Karr nearly snarled, disliking this disruption to his otherwise logical world. "The unknown energy was clearly emitted from your body." The AI did not like not knowing things, and had declared the phenomenon required further study. "If you did it once logic follows that you can do it again."

Sighing, the boy went back to staring at the rock, brow furrowed in concentration. Nothing happened. "See," Harry said. "I told you . . ."

"Move the rock or I will leave you here."

Emerald green eyes widened in horror behind his glasses, The rock shooting straight up, so high up, that after a moment Harry couldn't see it anymore.

"Interesting," Karr commented as if nothing had happened. "It seems emotional stimuli aid in the initial process. Now," he commanded. "Do it again."