"So, I'm going to be an X-Man?"

Kitty sighed, and Peter shot a warning look at his son. "Jake, keep on track."

"Sorry," Jake, Kitty and Peters fifteen year old son, said. Jake took after his mother, with brown hair and dark eyes. He smiled again. "But an X-Man?"

"Let them finish, Metal Head," His sister Nikita said. Nikita was the only one of the three Rasputin children who had inherited Peters straight black hair and piercing blue eyes. She scowled at her brother.

"I want to be an X-Man!" Their little brother Mikey, who was eight and a male clone of his mother, said.

"In a few years, perhaps," Kitty said. Her son crossed his arms and jutted out his lip.

There was a knocking on the door, and Bobby Drake entered. "Howdy ho, neighbor!" he said cheerfully.

"You could wait for an answer," Kitty pointed out.

"None sense," Amara said, following Bobby and bouncing her year old son Skylar on her hip. They were followed by Raquel, who was Bobby and Amara's fourteen year old daughter. Raquel's curly white-blonde hair swept her shoulders as she sat next to Nikita.

"Jean here yet?" Bobby asked, stretching out on the couch. Nikita took Skylar, bouncing him up and down, making the baby laugh.

"No," Kitty said. "She should be here soon, though."

As though on cue, Jean knocked. "Can we come in? The doors open."

"Come on in!" Bobby called, and Kitty scowled at him.

Jean entered with Emma by her side. The two telepaths sat down with the others. "I thought this was Kittys house?" Emma asked.

"It is," Kitty said, glaring at Bobby. "But we have some very impolite neighbors."

"Yeah we do!" Bobby said. "The Roversons next door, whew."

"So these are the children?" Emma asked, looking at them.

"Yep," Kitty said. "These are ours; Nikita, who's sixteen; Jake, who's fifteen; and Michael, who's eight."

"And these are ours," Bobby said. "Raquel and Skylar."

"All mutants?"

"Yeah," Bobby said. "Skylar started right away, bless him. Caught fire not a minute after he was born. You shoulda seen Amara, it burnt off all her –" His wife cleared her throat, and Bobby laughed. "And Raquel just discovered she can control all three elements."

"Aren't there four?" Jean asked.

"Eh, I can't keep track."

Jean rolled her eyes. "When will you grow up?"

"After you do, poopyhead."

"What are your powers, Nikita?" Emma asked.

"I can phase through things, like mom," Explained the teen. "And also, I can read movement. Like, if someone if lying, I can tell by their body language and voice."

"Interesting," Emma said. "And you, Mister Rasputin?" She asked Jake.

"Check it," he said, standing. He grabbed a candle stick from the mantel, and his skin turned the same metal. "I can absorb any metals."

"Oh, oh, I'm an X-Man, too!" Mikey said. "Watch!" He jumped off the couch, hovered a few minutes, then fell back onto the sofa.

"We're still working on the flying," Kitty explained.

Jean smiled. "So are you kids all willing to be trained?"

"What, are you kidding?" Jake asked. "I've wanted to be an X-Man since, like, forever!"

Kitty sighed. "I tried to tell him it's not all fun and games."

"Listen to your mother," Jean suggested. "She's correct – there are times where being an X-Man can be dangerous." Kitty looked away, and Jean saw her eyes wet with tears. Jean figured Kitty was thinking about the accident.

"However," Jean continued. "It can be very rewarding."

"All these young kids, getting to be X-Men," Bobby grumbled. "Why don't we ever get to punch anything anymore?"

"Logan said much of the same thing," Emma said.

"So how's this going to work?" Kitty asked. "Costumes, code-names? Are we getting ready to make nice with the public?"

"That's the idea," Jean said. "If Trask is creating new Sentinels, we're going to need the humans to like us."

"Speaking of outfits and names," Peter said. "The Avengers . . .?"

"Alls I know is, all these bloody years and Logan is still on that team!" Emma sniffed.

Jean rolled her eyes and stood. "The Mansion is going to be finished with repairs in about three weeks. Are you four planning on moving back in?"

"Heck, yeah!" Bobby said. "I've been waiting on this day for years."

"We are, too," Kitty said. "The schools going to need teachers."

"Well, don't worry about one thing," Emma smiled. "I'm teaching Ethics."