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1X08 – Scarlet – Tag

Four individuals stood in front of a menorah in the school library, one of them reading from the Hebrew Bible as the others listened attentively.

Kitty then turned to the youngest of the gathered, “Alright Ester,” she told the girl, “do your thing.”

Ester stood in front of the nine candles, lifting her hand close to the center candle, chewing her lip as she concentrated.

“You can do it,” her older sister, Hannah, assured her.

Concentrating on the wick as she had been taught, feeling the friction of molecules, speeding them up until the candle lit.

“Good job,” Kitty gave a light clap, as Hannah and the other student, Ken, a boy’s who skin had started to turn into metal, congratulated the young girl.

Kitty then gestured to Ken who took the center candle and used it to light the first candle on the end, signifying the first day of Hanukkah.

A man cleared his throat and Kitty turned to see Xavier roll into the room, “I’m sorry for interrupting.”

“It’s okay,” Kitty smiled at him, “is dinner ready?”

“Not yet,” he told her, “should be soon, and I think you’ll find it very Hanukkah friendly, though with a fair amount of turkey.”

“You didn’t have to do that, Professor,” Kitty frowned, “there are many students here, with many traditions.”

“Who will gorge themselves of ham and diary over Christmas, I’m sure,” he chuckled.

“Well,” Kitty tried not to grin, “when you put it that way…”

“Now, I hope you don’t find it too presumptuous of me,” he pulled some small boxes from the side of his wheelchair, “but as you may remember, my ex-wife is Israeli, and my son embraced Judaism from a young age,” he passed over the items which turned out to be gift boxes, “and while I could never make the conversation myself, I always felt there was beauty in the unbending force that is faith, be it in a God, one’s friends, or a even pot of oil.”

“Thank you, Professor,” Kitty accepted the offered gift, as did Easter, Hannah and Ken, “miracles of faith happen every day, we just have to be willing to see them.”

Kitty opened the box to find a charm bracelet in hers, already a pair of ballet shoes and Star of David attached to it, both in sterling silver. The Tibbon girls received similar, while Ken pulled out a nice watch.

“Thanks, Professor,” Esther gave the man a hug and the other students followed suit.

“Oh, more presents!” Kitty suddenly remembered the many boxes stacked on the table next to the menorah, as if she would actually forget them. As she passed them out, the sisters and Ken were smiling, happy, and in that moment, Kitty couldn’t have asked for anything more.

…

Meg stood in front of the Thanksgiving board with everyone’s thanks.

‘I am thankful that apparently Theodinious will finally get what he deserves,’ was Jubilee’s obvious contribution which made Meg grin.

‘I am thankful to know I’m not alone,’ could that be from the new girl, Sharon? Meg had given a similar thanks at her first Thanksgiving.

‘I am thankful just to be alive,’ was a tricky one, it could be Kitty or Bobby after current events, but at the same time, so many of the students, when their abilities manifested, nearly died either from the effects of their mutation or the fear of those around them.

Meg herself was nearly killed at birth, and later when her wings sprouted, but only survived by the grace of her adopted father.

‘I am thankful to know I will always have a family,’ was probably Scott, he always tended to focus on family during these times of year. In fact, he was on the phone now, talking to his grandfather, making sure the man was doing well and asking for the hundredth time it was okay if he didn’t come up for Thanksgiving because of the weather in Alberta, Canada.

‘I am thankful for the sun in the sky and the wind in the air,’ lent itself towards Miss Munroe, she was very close to the elements, there was even fresh cut centerpieces on the tables from her greenhouse even though the garden itself had gone dormant for winter.

‘I am thankful  to be fortunate and to be able to pass that on to others,’ was definitely Jean, born of privilege and carrying about  an edge of guilt because of it, not that she would directly admit to such.

‘I am thankful there is always hope,’ spoke of Jean-Paul, the man who lost his sister recently. Meg had overheard that there was talk of seeing her with known Brotherhood associates. Could she have turned so violently against her brother?

Then there was Meg’s, a confession she wondered was as easily notable as being hers.

‘I am thankful to have friends who know be better than I know myself.’

There was a commotion as the students began to filter into the ballroom turned auditorium turned dining hall, someone saying that the food would be out soon. Meg saw Jubilee waving at her to grab the seat next to her before it was taken.

As she made her way through the tables, she smiled and waved at several of her friends. When she sat down, she saw Kitty walk in with the Tibbon sisters, the youngest proudly holding the menorah, though Kitty helped her to place it on the mantel of one of the now defunct fireplaces.

Looking around, everyone was so happy, laughing, Bobby getting shooed away from the serving table by the Chef and her entirely too big to be practical wooden spoon, much to the laughs of everyone who noticed.

Meg would never know that only an hour and half a way, a similar scene played out at the Acolyte’s warehouse. Pyro was a half-decent cook, well, he could cook lamb and that was about it, but cooking lamb correctly was a feat in and of itself.  Rogue, Avalanche, and the Scarlet Witch stood around the table telling stories from when they were younger, training under Mystique, and they laughed at the high jinks they kept getting themselves into, mostly thanks to Pyro.

“You said I couldn’t burn down the forest,” he told them, “you said nothing about the structures inside the forest.”

“You know you’re only literal when it serves your purpose,” Rogue rolled her eyes at him.

“Is there a better time to be?” he replied cheekily.

But even farther away still, Quicksilver, dressed in a moderate outfit of slacks and a long sleeved buttoned up shirt with jacket, walked, actually walked, down the hallway of an apartment complex. When he got to the door, he knocked three times and waited. He didn’t fidget, rock on his feet, or be annoyed at how long it was taking the person to get to the door.

When it finally opened, there was a smile in his face that went to the depths of his eyes.

Of course Meg wouldn’t know this was happening, because how would she?

But she liked to think that for one moment in time, everyone was happy, no one was fighting, and the world knew a little moment of peace.

On the next episode of X-Men: The (fan fic) Series…

—”Call the thief.” – Magneto

Episode 1X09 – King of Hearts

1X09 – Scarlet

Written by JayCee

Based off Marvel Comics’ X-Men created by Stan Lee and Jack Kirby,
with Chris Claremont.

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