McFassy Fortnight: McFassy Q&A

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Cal sighed as he dropped his messenger bag into an empty seat at the airport. He had thought it was rough getting all the Pirates in one spot, but then again Thomas did bribe them with Rum and it helped that most of them seemed to living either at Sylum or Sanctuary.

Trying to get the ‘Metal Bending’ family into one place was a fucking nightmare.

Actually he never did get the family into one place … instead he ended up traveling around the world just to see most of the assholes.

Only to discover there were more of them, that he had thought and he might kill Dilios for not warning him.

Since he lived in Italy, he started off with one of  the closets, who ended up being the hardest to even get to sit down. Harry Hole (pronounced Hoola) was in the middle of a case, and wasn’t taking calls or questions, so instead Cal ended up talking with Ike for a while.

It was an unlikely match, Isaac Evans is as laid back, as Harry Hole can be intense. But they were good for each other. While waiting for the elusive Detective, Cal enjoyed the hospitality of the hotel, it was turning out to be a good few days.

He was in the middle of working on one of his other articles, when Harry slid into the seat across from him, sipping a Flat White. “Let’s get this over with, I’ve already been told I can’t avoid you.”

“My reputation precedes me.” Cal grinned and pulled out his notes, reading over them. He sighed, realizing how some of them were personal, so decided to start off small, and hope Ike doesn’t send his brother to kill him, for upsetting his Mate. “There are some generic type of questions that usually get asked.”

“I’ve done interviews before, and if you ask me my favorite color is I’m walking out.”

“Okay moving on.” Harry rolled his eyes. “I’m still going to ask a few: Favorite novel? Hobby? What do you do outside catching serial killers?”

“I read a bit of everything.” He fiddled with his cup, Cal could tell he wanted a cigarette he had seen the same habits and ticks in friends who quit smoking. “Speed skating, Ike got me doing it again, it’s a good relief. And to just get ahead of you. Flat White is my favorite drink. Food is whatever is put in front of me.”

“As you might know you kinda have a large family, is there any of them your close to?” He asked, ignoring the fact Ike had entered the coffee shop.

“Callum and Aguilar. Both have been good friends. I’ve not met a lot of them, don’t get out of Norway often, and when I do it’s usually on a case.” He sipped his coffee.

“You’ve heard some of their exploits, worried to meet any of them?”

“Not really.”

Cal crossed off some of his list, this wasn’t going to be a long interview. “You are one of the few in the family that has a Mate that isn’t part of the other family. That actually made more sense in my head.”

“I’m also not a metal bender.” He shrugged. “Ike completes me and well that’s about all your getting on that.”

“He helped you stop drinking?”

He calmly sipped his coffee. “Yes.”

“Do you want to talk about why the drinking.”

“No.”

“Drink of choice?”

“As I don’t drink anymore … there isn’t one.”

Cal understood the short answers and even agreed. As a man who had gone to the bottle for a variety of needs, he got it. He also felt Ike looming, and moved quickly onto the next subject. “How’s it being Mated to the 10th richest man in the world? And do you have plans to move to Miami?”

“Ike is same as everyone else, just has a nicer place. And no, we’re staying in Oslo I do have a job, which I’m good at.” Harry glanced behind his shoulder at Ike, a small smile on his face. “We done yet?”

“Almost? Have you met his brother?”

“Eddie? Yeah and he’s batshit.” He looked down at his watch, then back up at Cal.

“So even I heard about your crapped out car, whatever happened to it?”

“Ask Ike.” He turned in his seat and gave his Mate a look. “It was perfectly good car.”

“It was a piece of junk, and that was exactly what happened to it. I gave it to junk yard where it was squished into a small square.” Ike sat down next to his Mate. “Anything else you got?”

“What do you think of the family?” Cal asked Ike.

“It’s good to know that there are people I can call on if we need it, besides my brother.”

“Your brother would do too much damage.” Harry snorted into his coffee.

“Have you met the twins?”

“Point.” He looked back at the reporter. “Are we done now?”

“Have you thought about researching out how and where you tie into the family line?” It was the one thing Cal was curious about, considering how vast and spread out the family was.

“Stelios supposedly. He commented once about visiting Norway a few times, and as he is also one of the odd ones out, without the Metal Bending, the theory is I come down his line.” Harry finished his coffee, then stood ending the interview. “Good luck, you’re going to need it.”

From Norway he went to Scotland, at least he could start at the top of the country and work his way down. He stayed with Robert THE Bruce, who gave him directions to Quintus and Arianne house, which he immediately got lost.

Four hours later, he showed up looking haggard.

Arianne took him into their humble home fixed him some tea, and the two chatted for a while. “So what’s it like being Mated to this family?  And have you met other members from his family?”

“We’ve known more or less about some of the family for centuries. We’re far away from society and many have found peace here.”

Cal watched as Quintus came in, tucked Arianne’s hair behind the ear, then leaned over and kissed her temple. “I’ve been warned about you.”

“I’m sure a memo went out.” Cal sipped his tea watching the two interact with each other. It was one thing he was enjoying on this particular assignment, seeing how Mates moved around each other. “Do you feel like the odds one out, considering you’re Mated to the only female, who isn’t related to other families. It’s one thing you have in common with Harry.”

“Actually, I am part of the family.” Arianne set some soup down in front of him. “My twin brother looked just like Robbie, and the others.”

“Well that’s new information.” Cal pulled out his notebook and wrote down some notes. “So what’s it like being part of this vast dynasty?”

“I’m not unfamiliar with dynasties.” Quintus settled across from him. “We’re close to a few members, Guido and Wesley, along with Robbie and Nicholas. Callum comes up here often, and at times Aguilar.”

“Is there a few you would like to meet or visit with more?” Cal asked, noticing the twins seemed to get around more than the rest of the family.

“I would like to meet the new kid, Erik. Though we have at times visited Master David, but we haven’t been there in such a long time that we’ve not met Paul.” Quintus poured some Meade, grinning as Cal wrote it all down. “You remind me of Robbie with all the writing.”

“He’s the one who writes novels? Mated to a Meridius of all things.”

“Yeah, we’ve kept them hidden up here for a while, considering the Meridii enemies.”

Cal snorted. “Tell me about it.”

“You can stay a bit, I’m sure Robbie would stop by if you want to talk with him.” Adrianne suggested. “He’s a good boy and visits mom on the weekends.”

“You’ve adopted him?”

“Yes, along with Guido and his Mate. I never had kids, and well it’s nice to have family.” Quintus pulled her into his arms, holding her close.

“What about your family and kids, did you ever go back see how they were doing? Or check up on them?”

The silence was suddenly deafening.

“No.” Quintus stated simply. “I couldn’t go home, so I let the fates take care of those of my family line. And history shows they did quite well.”

Cal had a feeling there was more there than Quintus was telling him. “How did you find out about your metal tendencies.”

“I was always good with knives, and a situation arose that had me face multiple attackers and learned fast how to make the metal move to my whim. Once settled here with Arianne, I honed my craft into metal working, became a blacksmith.”

“You’re good. I’ve seen your work.” Cal looked up when the door opened, to reveal Robbie and his Mate. “You weren’t kidding.”

“They smelled food.” Quintus gave both of them a look. “Give your mom a kiss, then say hello to Cal, the Vampire Gazette reporter.”

“And on that note.” Nicholas turned around, only to get grabbed by Robbie. “I don’t do reporters, that’s your gig.”

“I don’t do them either, I only do you.” Robbie winked at him, before giving Arianne a kiss on the cheek, and hunting down some tea. “I heard there was someone going around to talk to the family.”

“The way you say that, it sounds like your part of the mob.” Nicholas also gave Arianne a kiss, then settled next to her, handing her a small package. “Saw it in a shop in town.”

“You didn’t have to get me anything.” She opened it up to see a brand new journal. “Oh it’s lovely, thank you dear.”

“One day you should let me type up all your medical notes.” Robbie took a seat next to Quintus. “So what type of questions are you asking?”

“Well the standard favorite color, food, hobby….”

Nicholas chuckled. “Well for Robbie, it would be grey, anything he can suck, and sex.”

“Hey!”

“Accurate.” Nicholas smiled at his Mate.

“True, but some tact. I write about sex, but only have it with you. Unlike the ancestor that runs a sex club.”

“Runs ‘The House’.” Quintus pointed out, a smile on his face. “David is very good at what he does…”

“Yes.  Yes, he is.” Robbie smiled, then glanced at Cal. “Don’t write that down.”

“Too late.” Cal scribbled a few more notes. “Now that you’re more known in the Vampire community, do you find having a vast family comforting. Especially adding on the fact you’re attached to the infamous Meridii?”

Robbie shrugged. “We’ve stayed hidden to protect Nicholas all these years, so it’s a bit odd to be out. But, I have a family with Arianne and Quintus, and have actually talked with Master David and Joshua over the years. But I am curious on a few others.”

Cal glanced over to Nicholas, the very idea that two showed up over the past couple of years – is shocking yet not. He would need to talk to Nico at some point, see how he’s feeling about the new family. But considering how important family is to the Roman, he’s likely thrilled. “How about you?”

“I would like to meet the infamous Roman,” he grinned. “But I also like the quiet life up here.”

“Far from the excitement from World War II?” If there was one thing Cal wanted to talk to him about, was his time during the war. The little he got out of Robert the Bruce, it sounded like a movie in the making.

“Far from it, just the way I like it.”

Cal snorted, he knew that tone. There was no doubt Nicholas was a) Meridii but also b) part of Nico’s direct line – he had that tone … the one said push it and see how vicious I can be.

Quintus shook his head, at the antics of the kids. “So where are you heading next?”

“That wasn’t subtle at all!” Robbie chuckled, shaking his head. “He means when are you leaving.”

“I can take a hint! I’m heading down to see Master David and his Mates next.” Cal smiled at the group. “Though someone has to direct me out of here. I have no idea where I’m at, and the GPS says this place doesn’t exist.”

Cal ended up crashed in one of the back bedrooms for the night. He was able to spend more time with Arianne, listening as she explained the variety of herbs she had, and the years she spent working with herbal remedies. She sent him with a care package, and as he packed into the car, Robbie gave him his latest book. Nicholas warned him not to read it in public.

He made his way down to Edinburgh, then took a train into London. Once in London, he went to the designated location, and handed them a card. Two days later he was given an envelope, with a location, time and date.

Cal decided to clean up a bit, before he headed out to the rendezvous. Only to be surprised when he was picked up by a towncar. He never saw the driver, so sat back and looked over some of his notes. He had more questions for Paul, than Master David … though was warned Paul may not be around to answer anything. When he pushed about why, he was met with silence.

Two hours later he was dropped off in front of an Estate. This wasn’t at all what he was expecting, but then he wasn’t quite sure what he was expecting. He knew David owned the oldest and most established Whore Houses in England. So well established, that even government officials knew not to bring scandal to his House.

Cal was pretty sure David had enough information to take down a few government officials, high ranking families, and likely even a few Royals.

He was escorted into the house, and left at the Reception. The place was beautiful, simple and so perfectly understated. It was designed to make you feel at home, and let your worries just be left at the door.

Another worker, a young beautiful woman took him to one of the back rooms, which was apparent to be a sitting room for more personal guests. One of the adjoining doors, was slightly opened, leading to a security room. Joshua Faraday stepped out of the room, buttoning up his suit coat. He closed the door behind him, then settled in one of the small couches. “David is on his way, I’ve also ordered drinks and snacks.”

“Is Paul coming?” Cal asked settling across from him.

“He’s out of town on business and unreachable. We hopefully could answer any questions for him.” David stated as he walked into the room.

Cal stood again, taking his hand admire the handsome man in front of him. He had the same boyish looks as Robbie, but was much older and wiser. His suit was more than Cal would make in a month, and he wore it perfectly.

“Shame I was hoping to hear a few of the animal stories.” Cal sat back down, just as food and drinks were set between them.

“Oh we have a few of our own.” Joshua smiled glancing at David. “So questions?”

“Don’t mind him, sometimes I swear he was raised in a barn.” David put his hand on Joshua’s knee, patting it.

Something was up.

There was a tension between them, nothing bad but it was obviously distracting them. They were open, with each other, and not shy showing their relationship. “Tell us about your relationship with John and Harold?”

“Uncle John and Uncle Harold,” he corrected. “They taught me everything I needed to know about myself, gave me the confidence to be someone more than a slave, and helped me find my calling.”

“And by calling, you mean …”

“Hooker.” He gave me a smirk, indicating he wasn’t insulted. “It was and still is obvious many people do not understand sex or how it relates to them. I provide that service.”

“Does it bother your Mates?” Cal asked, he had discovered there was a network of Brothels within the Clans, but Master David was the first he had talked with. Sooner or later he needed to have an interview with Lady Heather.

“You would have to ask them.” David turned towards one of his Mates.

“Nope.” Joshua shrugged. “He’s good at what he does, but he sleeps next to us.”

There was a scream heard outside the room. The two gave each other a side eye.

“I’ll go deal with that.” Joshua got up and moved quickly for the door.

“Problems?” Cal asked casually.

“Not really, Joshua can take care of it.” He sat back in the seat and sipped his tea. “Is there anything else?”

“Being one of the oldest, are you familiar with some of your ‘family’ or some of Paul’s family, as there seems to be a strong connection between the two.”

“I’ve stayed friends with Xavier over the years, as this was once Xavier Estate, though he had got it from the Charles family, when Wesley decided to forgo being what they wanted, and stayed in Italy with his Mate.”

“And you know Robbie.”

“Yes, that boy needed to learn some self restraint, as did Wesley. It’s something all of us from this particular family has needed to learn. I love the idea of family, let alone knowing we’re all connected. Paul is still hesitant with his family members, but considering his best friend is part of my family – he gets it.”

“Charles Evan.”

“Doctor Charles Evan. He’s a very good Veterinarian. And very loyal to Paul. There is …” He paused for a moment, obviously trying to put the words together. “There is an attraction between the families. I’m not sure how we’re all connected but we’re obviously are. I love my Mates, and they could walk in the room and I’m all over them … But, I admit I have an attraction to the Marquis, as he has one to me despite he has his own Mate.” He smirked softly as if lost in a memory that was likely filthy and pleasurable. “The fact Charles and Paul are more brothers than lovers, is more due to Paul’s leanings.”

“Rumor has it Dr. Evan’s Turning wasn’t consensual, and Paul …. ”

Master David set the tea down, it was obvious he wasn’t happy. “Paul had nothing to do with Charles’ Turning. It was a bad situation. Paul was a newly Turned Vampire, hungry and desperate … you might be familiar.”

Cal returned his look, then nodded. “Someone did their research.”

“No one comes into my House, unless I vet them.” He gave him a pointed look. “Charles was in the wrong place … he knew Paul never meant to hurt him. It was a good thing James was there or it would’ve been worse. But it never affected their relationship. And I dare you – ask Dr. Evan when you see him.”

“Will I get hit?” Cal asked eyes wide.

“Depends if he has a sloth on him or not.” David’s smirk was wicked. “Anything else?”

The door opened, and Joshua came back with a large Blue Iguana on a leash. He walked over to the couch, kissed David on the top of the head and handed him the leash. “Hold this while I find the sneaky bastard.”

“Isn’t this one supposed to be less sneaky?” David asked, reaching down to pat Blue, who just looked around bored.

“Yeah well it took after it’s namesake.” Joshua gave Cal a nod, then was gone again.

“I take it the snake escaped, I heard about Houdini.” Cal watched as the Iguana just sat there, not interested in anything going on around her … him. “Is it a girl or boy? And what’s their name? Do they miss Paul when he’s away.”

“Actually I think they do. She’s a girl, her name is Blue, obviously Charles was very imaginative when it came to names.” David leaned over and gave another pat, she settled down, head on his foot. “The snake is Reginald the IV, we lost the third incarnation last year, and believe me that was the farce of comedies that you’re imagining.”

“So real or fake hand grenade?”

“Real one that was hollowed out, and believe me when I discovered he had a snake that liked weapons, I wasn’t quite sure how to handle that. I’m not used to having pets, well at least the animal kind, let alone snakes or reptiles. But Reginald would come when Paul called him, and calmly stay wrapped around his wrist. This one doesn’t escape as much, but there was an incident in Paul’s hideaway, and they are in the main house.”

“Hideaway?”

David just blinked at him, until he changed the subject.

“As he’s not here, what was his first impression of Joshua. The two seem quite the opposite.” Cal took his phone out to get a few pictures of the Iguana it was kinda cute. Besides he knew Eomer would find it fascinating.

“The two are more alike than you would think. Just come at things slightly different. Paul is quieter, more reserved while Joshua can be the ‘loud American’ when he needs to be.” David looked back when Joshua came into the room, this time with a small box … terrarium, that held a snake. “Found him. He was in one of the suits of armour.” He set it on the table, then settled next to David. “So how’s it going?”

“He was asking how you and Paul get along.”

“He’s my Mate, I love him. He’s more reserved than me, but we need that here. I would love to show him Montana one day, just get him away from the life he leads. It did wonders for David and I when we went.” Joshua kept eyeing the box, just in case.

“Now you, yourself, are part of an infamous line.”

“Oh yes Jake.” Joshua grinned. “Good guy. Taught me a few things, he’s one I can rely on.”

“Ever figure out how the lines connected?” Cal asked. “Or yours?” He looked at David.

“I’m originally from Scotland, I may have more ties to Dr. Evan than the Xavier or Charles families. Paul we know is connected directly to Erik Lehnsherr, through his father Max Eishenhart … Paul’s grandmother, and Max’s mother were sisters. And from what I’ve heard from Aguilar, his daughter married a Jewish man and moved to Poland so it’s possible that’s where that family line came from.”

They both looked down and realized the box was empty. “Fucking hell.”

They found the snake in Cal’s bag, which was good as trying to get through the airport would not have been fun. Cal had been tempted to stay for the evening, dabble into the delicacies Master David could provide, but he wanted to go home and see his Mate.

On the way back to Italy, he stopped in Spain. Hoping he would catch at least one of the infamous twins, if not then he would make his way to Berlin.

He was surprised at how easily it was to find Aguilar’s home, though he was pretty sure it was one of many throughout Spain. He waited until the Taxi left, before going through the small gate, and making his way to the front door.

The courtyard was mostly tiled, with a few seats and a table for morning coffee. It was covered with plants, giving a sense of privacy. Shiting his messenger bag, he reached up to knock and hoped he didn’t get stabbed.

The door opened before he knocked.

He wasn’t sure which twin was standing before him. The pants were low on the ‘narrow hips’ of the family, and he wasn’t wearing a shirt. His hair was cropped short, which is rare for either of them.

“Who the fuck are you?”

The Irish brogue was the clue he needed. “I’m Cal …”

“The damn reporter.” He sighed, turned and went back into the room leaving the door opened.

Cal stepped closer, looked around to make sure he wasn’t going to die in the next few moments, then entered. “Close the door behind ya’.”

He shut the door, and made his way through the very spacious living area, and into the kitchen where Callum was fiddling with an Espresso machine. “Aguilar is out, he’ll be back in a few.” He nodded towards the heavy oak table, that likely had seen the history of this unique family. “Go ahead and set up, I’m sure there are questions.”

“Do you need any help?” Cal asked hesitantly. There was something off about the Irish twin, and he wasn’t sure what it was.

“Every damn day.” He finished what he was fixing then set it down in front of Cal, before settling across from him, with his own cup. He pulled up his leg onto the seat, and seemed more nervous than an Assassin should be.

“If it helps. I know not to mention a variety of things. Between Ernesto, Nico and Kenway …”

“The Italian, Roman and Pirate – that’s a handful.” He glanced out the large window, watching for a few moments the humming birds fluttering by the feeder. “Tell me what you see?”

“Hummingbirds, and a beautiful garden.” Cal watched Callum carefully. “You want to wait until Aguilar gets back.”

“Nah. I’m sure your real.” He gave him a half smile. “Or at least we’ll see when you ask your questions.”

“Actually the big question I have is, did you feel your brother being Turned?” Cal asked leaning back in his own seat, sipping the damn good coffee.

“You are real.” He settled more in his seat, taking his cup of coffee and holding in his hands, as if warming them. “We were Turned at the same time. I know many think we were Turned the same year, but it was more than that. It was at the exact same day and time. Which was likely good, because I don’t want to know what it was like to feel my brother’s death even for a moment.”

He set the coffee down and leaned forward. “Is that normal for twins?”

“Evie and Jake were Turned at the same time, but Romulus Turned Remus. Aguilar and I have always been close, so it wasn’t all that surprising that we were Turned at the same time.” Cal sipped his coffee, smiling softly to himself.

“You’ve two been around for a while, and I’m told from Quintus and also Harry Hole, that you’ve been a good support, do you two see yourself as leaders of the family?” Cal had wondered since it seemed they were mentioned more than the others.

“Fuck no.” Callum set his coffee down, then start laughing on the edge of hysterics.

“What are you laughing about?” Aguilar walked into the kitchen setting down cloth bags of groceries. He was dressed in a suit, looking more the business man, than Assassin. It was an odd visual. Kenway, always has some of his gear on, as does Jake the few times Cal had met them. He’s never seen Ezio without, but then he’s only seen the famed Assassin in passing. So it was odd, to see Aguilar out of the ‘uniform’.

“Reporter here asked if we saw ourselves leaders of our ‘people’.” He still snickered, pulling Aguilar down with his tie to kiss him quickly. He then froze realized he had company.

Cal lifted his hands away from his paper. “It’s no ones business.”

“It never has been.” Aguilar kissed the top of Callum’s head. “But after what my brother, my Mate has been through. I have no cares if there are members of the community still weirded out about the idea.”

“I’m going to guess that is off limits.”

“Truly.” Aguilar gave his Mate another kiss, before moving into the kitchen to put the groceries away. “How are the questions so far?”

“He asked if we felt each other’s Turning.” Callum pulled the coffee cup back into his hand.

“We were blessed to be Turned at the same time.” Aguilar smiled over at the two of them. “Callum are you hungry?”

“I could eat.” He nodded. “Do we have some potatoes?”

“You Irish and your spuds!” He teased his brother, just as he pulled out three good potatoes and started prepping. “I also got some toppings to make a nice meal.”

“Was that all the questions?” Callum asked.

“The other was directly for Aguilar, wondering if you finally met Giovanni again.” He was enjoying watching the two, and knew he was privileged to see the interaction.

“Yes!” He smiled brightly. “We were down in Rome a few years back, got to meet him and was blessed to meet Pius.”

“Pius is amazing.” Cal nodded, having liked the Pope instantly despite not being Catholic.

“It’s to bad conservative asshats keep pushing him.” Callum sighed. “Though we did offer to help take a few out.”

“Ernesto was good with it,” Aguilar added.

“Pius wouldn’t let us.” They both finished at the same time.

“Considering Giovanni, is there any souls you would love to see returned, others you wouldn’t?” It was these moments he wish he could just sit and talk to hours, learn the real history.

“Teressa.” Aguilar smiled softly. “Though I doubt she wants to leave the peace of heaven, but I would love to see her again. As for someone that can stay in the pits of hell – Torquemada.”

“Teressa?” He wasn’t familiar with the name. “Was that your wife?”

“No.” Callum chuckled. “He means St. Teresa of Avila. I never got to meet her, but I know she was feisty and very dedicated to her Faith. I would love to see Maria, his wife, again.”

“The kids also.” Aguilar nodded, thinking about his family … their family. Once he brought Callum home to meet them, he was family.

Cal couldn’t help the smile. “Are you two well perfectly twins… wow that made so much sense.” He couldn’t help the snort at himself. “I mean do you do everything the same … I’m not asking this right.”

“We are identical.” Callum smirked at him. “All the way down…”

Cal rolled his eyes, but took the teasing. “I know you play each other … ” he ignored their twin smirks “… does that mean your fighting styles are the same?”

“In some aspects, yes.” Aguilar answered as he prepared the food. “In others, no.”

“My brother has no fear when jumping off insanely high Cathedrals, me on the other hand prefer the ground.” Cal gave his brother a wink. “We have our weakness and strengths that accent the other, no one notices if I’m playing him if I throw the knives slightly different. As long as they land properly.”

“Back to the whole head of the family, you both have ties to other members, as the oldest do you feel responsible?” Cal asked.

“We’re not the oldest. That would be Craterus.” Aguilar put the potatoes in the oven, and finished cleaning up. “But in some aspects we keep an eye out. It’s important to us, especially as the new kid is likely down my family line.”

“Considering the latest news, is it odd that you’re not Mated to the other side of the family.” Cal paused, noticing their looks. “Am I getting another shock of the day.”

“Let us introduce you to someone.”

Cal’s eyes went wide …

“This is Peter Quill, he’s Jacob Frye’s son.” Aguilar gestured towards the other man, as he walked into the kitchen, carry a book, and what looked to be a Starkpad. “We’re still adjusting.”

Quill sat down next to Callum, who hesitated for a moment, but then reached out to him. Cal knew at that moment whatever happened to Callum was bad … but they would be okay.

Cal had dinner with the new family, then headed to his hotel. He called Eomer, stating he was going to fly up to Berlin, hunt down this Percival and then come back home. Rest for a few weeks, before flying out to Australia.

Eomer was more interested in the Iguana and was contemplating a trip out to England. He wasn’t sure if he was shocked that his Mate knew who Master David was or not. As he approached the elevators at the hotel, he paused at the man sitting reading an actual newspaper.

“I’ll talk with you later.”

“Did you find something interesting?” Eomer asked, chuckling.

“A Greek.” He ended the conversation, then slipped the phone into his pocket before making his way over to the lounge area, dropping his bag and sitting down. “Did you hunt me down?”

“I keep track of those who go around asking questions that aren’t necessary, Mr. McAffrey.” Craterus put his newspaper down, staring intently at the reporter. “I figured best if I found you before you stumble onto things you shouldn’t have.”

“Story of my life,” Cal smirked.

“Let’s get this over with, shall we. If I don’t like the question. I’m not answering it.” He waved his hand at him, moving a pen from Cal’s bag into his hand.

“It’s known that you’ve taken on Harvey, do you enjoy the challenge or is it just a job?” Cal pulled out his notebook, and started taking notes.

“Harvey is an asshole, a damn good at his job asshole. It’s never a job with Harvey. He would like people to think it is, but it isn’t. So to go against him, you have to be alert and prepared for anything. Winning means I did my job better than he, so no it’s not a job it’s a challenge.”

“As the oldest, is this whole family line, your doing?”

“The line is older then me, and all of us had contributions to it. I’ve just been around long enough to watch it grow and expand. It’s fascinating watching how our abilities change from person to person.”

Cal was sure this was going to be a short interview. “So how are you friends with Aguilar?”

“We’re neighbors.” He wasn’t sure if Cratures was kidding or not. “It’s always good to have friends with their skill sets. I rode with Alexander the Great, I learned a few things.”

“As you are one of the oldest, any soul you’re waiting to see again?” He was curious, Craterus probably had met many people over the centuries.

“My wife, some friends. The one who I didn’t want to see again, showed up in Marc Antony of all people, but well he makes Alexander happy.” He rolled his eyes, at the mere thought of Hephaestion.

“It’s only now that it’s known you have a Mate, and of course it’s one from the now infamous line.” Cal studied him for a few moments. He was good, he gave him that, and was very hard to read, he’s been a lawyer for a long time, but then Cal has taken on politicians. “How does it feel to be attached to him, and to the family.”

Craterus gave him a smile, then stood. He buttoned his suit jacket, grabbed his expensive leather satchel, and slipped on his sunglasses. “The better question Mr. McAffrey – is where did the other line start from.” With a nod he left the hotel, leaving Cal with more questions than answers.

The next morning he was in Berlin, and had no idea how to find David Percival. He went to a few of the locations he was told, but ended up in areas he was pretty sure he shouldn’t be in. It was likely his size and the infamous ‘don’t fuck with me’ Meridii look, that saved his wallet and messenger bag.

He was about to give up, when he got a text message telling him to turn around. Cal swore he was going to hit this Percival when he got a chance, and turned around … only to find someone completely different.

Cal checked the traffic then ran across the street into a coffee internet style cafe. He settled next to a member of the ‘Metal Bender’ family, one he didn’t even know about.

“Would you like some coffee?”

“Yes and make it strong.” Cal pulled out his notebook, and settled across from the new guy. “So who are you?”

“Stelios, but today I mostly go by Steve.” He sipped his own coffee, gaze darting to his computer. “I got word you were looking for my Mate.”

“Percival is your Mate …. Of course he is.” Cal snorted writing a few things down. “So where are you from?”

“Sparta.”

Cal stared at him for a few moments. “As in Sparta?”

“Yes as in We are Spartans.”

“Dilios – Spartan?”

“Yes he’s my Sire actually.”

“I’m going to kill him.” Cal muttered jotting things down, mostly murder plans into his notebook. “How did he not tell me about you?”

“In all honesty he only discovered I survived the battle a couple decades ago. So I think there are moment he forgets.” He frowned, pulling the computer closer and typing a few things. “For your information, I don’t have the abilities of most of the family, and I’m actually half Asgardian, but I’m sure you’re not quite familiar with that yet.”

Cal put his pen down and stared at him. “No. I’m not.”

“Look up Trevor and Diana one day, or Peter Quill.” He gave him a smile, one filled with mischief.

Cal was tempted to turn around and go back to Spain, but had a feeling the two Assassins were not going to be that welcoming.

“So you’re not a metal bender but Mated to one of the family – it still is an interesting concept.” He was fascinated by the man before him. Cal knew little on Sparta, mostly just that action packed movie he saw a few years ago, so he was expecting something more only to get a version of Steve Jobs.

“The Gods have a sense of humor, and obviously someone challenged them at some point for our families to continue to be brought together.” He closed his laptop, giving Cal his full attention. “David isn’t typical of his family, and I’m not typical of mine. So it works perfectly.”

“Will I get to talk to David?”

“I had to give him an incentive, but lucky for you he can’t resists anything when I blow him.” Steve stood, and started packing his gear. “Come on, he’s likely at the 80’s Punk Bar. Irony is, he’s known that place since the 80’s and it hasn’t changed one bit. They’re just retro now.”

Cal got an interesting history of Berlin from Stelios as they moved through the city, he pointed out historical references, and sections of The Wall that still remained. When they stepped into the bar, it was like stepping back in time. He was right, they hadn’t made it retro, they just never updated.

David Percival was leaning against the bar, drink in hand, wearing an old East German Military Coat. Likely off an old East German sometime around the mid 80’s. He could make a fortune off that thing now, but he doubted he was giving it up anytime soon.

“Oy!” David yelled out, motioning for them to come to the bar. “I see you brought the wanker.”

“David this is Cal, the reporter.”

“Yeah, I heard about ya’.” He gave Cal a quick once over and dismissed him just as quickly. “Can’t tell ya’ much. Top secret an’ all.”

Cal tried hard not to roll his eyes. “You really aren’t like the rest of the family.”

“Which ones you meet? The whore or the priest?” He smirked.

“Master David and Robbie.” Cal set his bag on a bar stool, and grabbed a small notebook.

“Oh, the writer and the whore.” David ordered more drinks, then settled next to Stelios, obviously comfortable with his Mate. “So what the fuck d’ya want to know anyway?”

“Favorite food, drink, song, color, sexual position…” Cal muttered, feeling like he was repeating himself a lot.

David chuckled. “Wow, you blokes really got shit jobs, huh?”

“You have no idea.”

Stelios laughed lightly, and the Punk behind the bar who’d given them drinks, lined up seconds already.

“Okay, what everyone wants to know most, is whether you’ve worked with Wilhelm, Benji and their IMF team? And what’s your opinion of Ethan Hunt?”

David opened his mouth, closed it again and tried not to choke on an ice cube as he slammed his glass down. “That’s it? Really?”

“Really,” Cal replied, unfazed.

“Alright then, Wilhelm I like. Real German. Love ‘im. Love ‘im when he’s being German and not pretending to be some super clever Yank. Why? Yanks ain’t clever, they just pretend to be. Benji’s a twit but he knows his shit. I wouldn’t trust him further than I could toss him on a good day, but he knows his tech, and he’s not a Yank either, so there’s that. IMF is a bunch of poncy goons who think they’re saving the world every five seconds. Impossible Missions? Yeah, try sneaking over The Wall back when it was a thing and there were no rubber masks and voice changing gadgets to hide behind. Impossible Missions, my hairy asshole! Those dickheads get shot at more often than I get laid, and that’s sayin’ something right there. I’m the one has to pick up after their dead bodies in back alleys, and it’s not nice, let me tell you. As for Ethan Hunt, he’s a prick. Don’t like him. Can’t stand him. Irritates the living shit out of me. Most Americans do. They don’t belong in Europe, let alone Germany. And never ever let them run free in Berlin, unless you want an up close and personal demo on what the Cold War was REALLY like. Wankers to a man. All of them. Now, give me Michael Westen any day. He’s old school. He gets it. Got an arse on him as pretty as his face, but he’s smarter than your average bear, and he’s got this thing he does with his voice. Freaky as fuck! But he knows what he’s doing. Only Yank I’ve got any time for. He loves tormenting Russians. And I love letting him.”

He stopped talking as suddenly as he’d started, and stared at Cal.

Cal stared back.

The music kept blaring.

“Okay.” The reporter knew full well there were several books of Le Carre type quality in David’s commentary, but he’d come back and see about writing those when he retired. “Thanks.”

“That’s it. All your getting.” David finished his drink and stood up. “‘scuse me, now, eh? Duty calls…”

And with his eyes focusing in on the patrons, toward some poor sap in a raincoat, he turned and left.

Stelios smiled. “Happens all the time. Don’t worry about it.”

Cal was happy to have a few days back in Italy, even if the goat made a beeline for his notebooks. He learned quickly to move his stuff up higher. He gave the goat a smirk, and he swore it narrowed his eyes at him, plotting his bags demise.

“So where to next?” Eomer asked, going through Cal’s camera looking at all the animal pictures.

“Australia. Meeting the Marquis, at some Rugby game.” Cal packed his bag, chasing down a few of his items, this time he was taking his laptop. “Then off to South America.”

“I want sloth pictures.” Eomer gave him a smile, as he handed his phone back with a quick kiss. “Brandon is known for his care for baby sloths, and Dr Evan is a damn good Vet, read a few of his papers, I should meet with him one day.”

“So sloth pictures.  Any kangaroos?”

“If you can.” He teased him as escorted him to the door. “I’m heading up to the Council to check on Roc, text me when you get to Australia. I don’t care the time.”

“I will.” He pulled him into a deep kiss, then headed down the street towards the subway. Cal didn’t mind taking public transport or even commercial air, though it was nice to afford First Class. As he walked by his local coffee shop, he stopped in the middle of the sidewalk, getting cursed in at least three languages. He glanced over to the person sitting there, who was smirking knowing full well he got Cal’s attention. “To quote ‘who the fuck are you’?”

“Wesley.”

“Wait, Arianne mentioned you.”

“And only reason I’m talking to you, is because Mom said you were a nice guy.” He smiled, motioning at the chair. “Pull up a seat.”

“And your Mate?”

“Not coming.” He sat back, looking ever the bohemian artist from Italy. “You get me or neither.”

“I’m not even sure who you are, but lets go for it.” He refused the coffee, instead just drinking some water. “So who are you?”

“Wesley Charles.”

Cal pulled out one of his other notebooks and read over it quickly. “Master David mentioned you, the house he owns…”

“Used to be mine. Dear old dad disowned me, when I decided to stay in Italy and destroy my life … his words. It went to our cousins the Xaviers, and after his accident and then Turning, he sold it to David. I’m glad it’s in good hands, though a part of me enjoys knowing the ghost of my dear beloved mother is flipping her collective shit over her bedroom being used as a playroom.”

Cal couldn’t help the snort and laughter. “So you’re obviously tight with the family.”

“Yes. Master David helped me learn things about myself, and find happiness. Arianne and Quintus are the parents I never had. While Aguilar and Callum, are those uncles no one fucks with.”

“So what do you do?” He asked now sitting back in his chair enjoying the morning.

“I’m an artist. I work with a Children’s Author in Venice.” He smirked as if he knew a deep secret, which the way this family worked he probably did. “Should look him up one day – might find it interesting.”

“Tell me he’s not a Meridius.”

“Nope. Nor one of this vast crazy family Guido and I got going.”

“And who is your Mate? What does he do?” Cal pushed, after all he’s a reporter it’s what he does.

“He’s a gift. He’s excellent at demolitions. He’s devote. And he’s very protected.” Wesley stood up and tossed some money on the table. “His name is Guido – look it up. I hear your a damn good reporter.”

Cal cursed when he looked at his watch, grabbed his stuff and ran for the subway. Once he got settled on the plane he pulled out his laptop and typed in ‘Historical men named Guido’.

He looked at the list of names:

A Music Theorist

A Bishop

King of Italy and the Holy Roman Emperor

Writer

Mathematician

The instinct told him to skip over the modern footballer and politician. It wasn’t until he got to the end of the list … 2nd from the bottom.

“No Fucking Way!”

He was shushed and glared about from half of first class. He ignored them and clicked the link, he had some time before landing in Australia.

“Wait.” Cal leaned on the railing of the box seat and watched as one of the players dragged him, three opposing players and the ball over the line. “They don’t wearing padding?”

“Only teeth guards.” Marquis informed him, his tone instructional.

“That guy totally got pants, do they not wear anything under it!” He sat back in his seat, taking a sip of his beer.

“Bungie Smugglers.” He pointed towards an add board on the field. “They tuck things away nicely.”

“So you own this team?” Cal waved his hand towards the field.

He had been surprised by the warmth he got from Marquis, he was fascinating and there was something about him that just made you want to sit and listen. Probably, why he had a thriving business. Cal learned quickly not to glance back to see Kai behind them, sitting quietly and patiently. It was refreshing to see a true Dom and Sub relationship, not the idiot wannabes who thought they were cosplaying Fifty Shades of Stupidity.

“What the fuck is a Bungie?” He asked not sure he wanted to know.

“A very tiny bird.” Marquis gave him a smirk.

He couldn’t help but laugh at the very thought. “So you own the team?”

“I own 51 percent of the team.” Marquis answered with ease. “And I give them a very good incentive to win.”

“Which is?” Cal wondered, focusing back on the game considering the Sharks were loosing by fifteen points.

“They get to play with Kai.”

Cal blinked, glancing back to see a small smirk on Kai’s face. “And if they lose.”

“They get to watch but not touch. Learn some self control, and how to handle the ball properly.”

It was a good incentive, too bad it wasn’t working. “Now that you’re out and proud…” He didn’t miss the eyeroll. “Have you met other family.”

“We’ve met Nico.”

That had got Cal’s attention, he shifted in his seat and stared at the Marqui. “How did that go?”

He gave him a small smile. “It was a lesson in self control.”

Cal knew he wasn’t going to get anything else out of the other man, so instead focused on the game. He would have to see if he could get the games in Italy, because he had found it entirely entertaining. Even if the Sharks were eviscerated by a bunch of Bunnies.

He wasn’t even sure which day he was on, by the time he landed in Rio De Janeiro. He was thankful someone was waiting for him, and promptly fell asleep on the way to the Clan House. A few hours later, feeling mildly refreshed he found himself sitting in the sun room, with a cup of coffee and staring at a sloth. The adult, known as Velcro, was content on his perch, watching the world go by as he ate on a dead grasshopper.

Brandon and Evan sat across from him, on one of the lounge couches. Brandon had a baby sloth wrapped up in a cashmere scarf and was feeding it a bottle.

“You’re probably wondering why you’re getting a lot of looks,” Brandon asked.

“I did notice a few odd ones here and there.” Cal glanced to see Spike eyeing him.

“It’s the hair.” Brandon waved a hand towards Cal’s longer locks. “Aubrey had long blonde hair, and not many of the Meridii do, so it’s a bit odd to see it again.”

“Kenway does.”

“Kenway is Jack Aubrey.” Brandon shrugged as if that was perfectly good answer.

But then Cal had talked to Kenway, Sparrow and Nico so he kinda got it. He was guessing none of the pirates warned the rest of the clan about his hair or family resemblance.

“Speaking of family.” He had to get at least a few pictures of the sloth for his Mate. “It was mentioned you were rescued by the Aussie, I’m guessing you mean Terry?”

“Yes. Terry and Dino saved me and I’ve been grateful to them. They’ve been a source of friendship that I’ve relied on over the years.” He set the bottle down and pulled the little thing closer to him, wrapping him up on the scarf. “And I’ve been a friend to them, well at least I hope I have been. It’s a concept I’ve had to learn.”

“Did you imagine yourself taking care of sloths?” Cal asked awed by the little thing.

“No, but they’ve helped me become a better person, or at least not judge me while I figured it out. It’s humbling to be the one who takes care of them.”

“Is it hard to let them go?”

“Yes. Each time.” He ran a finger over the top of the little one he was taking care. “But Spike just told me, one of the first ones I took care of just had a baby, so it’s worth it.”

“You’re a grandfather.”

“A Hot grandfather.” Evan took his Mate’s hand, knowing he didn’t like talking about himself. He could feel his nervousness, and wanted to make sure he felt secure. “You came all this way, was it for the sloths?”

“Well Sanctuary is famous for its sloths!” He took a few more pictures. “Eomer is a vet, so he demanded pictures.”

“Wait? Another vet why haven’t I met him?!” Charles sat forward more interested. “Eomer? As in Eomer?”

“Yeah. Rider of Rohan Eomer, and his sister Eowyn.” That was never going to get old. “Eomer has a tendency to stick to more domestic animals, with a few odd ones here and there. Why did you choose exotic?”

“It was fascinating.” Evan smiled brightly, loving to talk about his passion. “I love dogs, cats, birds …”

“Snakes and Iguanas.”

“I see you met Paul.” He laughed lightly. “Well actually because of him, I was able to study and travel to other countries so I could learn about exotic animals. There are so many fascinating animals, and each one so unique. The fact that some our on the extinct list, breaks my heart so we need to study them even more and help them.”

“You’ve studied down in Ghost Darkness Clan?”

“I got to work with Muldoon, Owen, and Tarzan. All very knowledgeable with animals. Owen’s connections to Apex Predators is amazing. Muldoon just stared down a raging Bull Elephant. And Tarzan, lives up to his name.”

“Are you happy settled here with sloths?”

“Yes.” He smiled at Brandon.

“Did you think Paul followed you, when you saw Brandon?” He asked, not sure if he was going to take Master David’s advice yet and ask about his relationship with Paul.

“No.” He snorted, laughing lightly. “Paul is intense. Brandon maybe from the same family, but he’s nothing like Paul.”

“What is your relationship with Paul like? Is it odd being Mated to someone of the same family?”

“Did you ask him the same thing?” Evan sat up straighter, ready to defend his brother.

“Actually he was out on business.” Cal never did figure out what that business was.

“Paul is my brother. He gave me a place to stay, let me continue to stay there at a low price so I could travel and learn. He’s family.”

“And your Turning…” Cal leaned back at the narrowed eyes and small growl. Every member of this particular family was more laid back less likely to attack, unlike Brandon’s side.

“He had nothing to do with what happened. Bond brought a hungry Vampire to a home that had a human in it. I’m thankful he saved Paul and Turned me. But if anyone says Paul was to blame, well they’ll find out how much of my fighting skills I learned from my family.”

“You two are really close.”

“Yes.” He settled back down, taking Brandon’s hand again, who gently eased the scarf and sloth into his lap. Charles instantly calmed down and began cooing at the small creature who was yawning and about to fall asleep.

“Is it weird?” Cal asked again. “Your Mate and brother look alike.”

“No.” He glanced at Brandon, then back at Cal. “The two couldn’t be more opposite. I’m content with Brandon. I’m where I’m supposed to be.”

“Can I hold him?” Cal set his pen and paper down, scotting forward.

Brandon laughed lightly. “Another convert to the cult of the sloth.” He took off his scarf and wrapped it around Cal, then placed the little thing in his hand, letting him hold him close as he tucked the material around him. Charles grabbed Cal’s camera and took a picture sending it Eomer, figured he would appreciate the adorableness. “So where are you going next?”

“To meet Erik and Charles. They were last on my list, as I’m sure that meeting alone would take some time.” He couldn’t help but feel emotional over holding the small creature. He glanced over to Brandon. “Do you have the metal tendencies?”

“Not as strong, but yes.” He settled back in his seat.

“I know it doesn’t bother Dr. Evan, but how do you feel about the family? And the odd connections between the two?”

“I like it. I wasn’t one for family. I have no family left actually. Being here helped me learn that family wasn’t blood, but then to find out there is this vast group of people who look like me and was destined in some way to be connected to Charles – it’s a good feeling. It means someone out there was for me, and I spent so long looking for it and finding nothing but emptiness. That having Charles and the others makes what I went through worth it.”

“And the sloths.”

“Well mainly the sloths.” Brandon laughed, only to laugh more when Evan kissed him suddenly.

He stayed for a few days at Sanctuary, this time getting to see the ships he heard so much about when he had talked with the Pirates. Even got to go sailing, which had his inner kid squeeing. Then set out to New York, his passport was getting a work out these days.

He was tempted to take a trip down to see his old Editor, but figured neither of them were truly prepped for a chat over coffee. She would likely try to re recruit him, and he would have to not flip out, and have the Rider of Rohan come out of the woodwork to defend his honor.

So he stayed in New York for a few nights, roaming around the city. He was curious about the Man in the Suit storyline that was going on, but decided to stay out of that particular Urban Myth. His reporter instincts were telling him there was something there, but not to get involved.

As he stepped out of the hotel, he found a young black man sitting against a town car, holding a placard with his name on it. “And you are?”

“Armando.” He held the door open. “I’m playing chauffeur today, don’t get used to it.”

“Are you driving me out to the school?” He asked as they headed into New York traffic.

“Hell no, that would be way to long of a drive. I’m taking out to the warf, to pick up the helicopter.” Armando eased through the traffic like a native. “You did do your research, right?”

“Yes.” He gave him a small smile. “If you don’t mind me asking, are you a Mutant?”

“They call me Darwin. I have the ability to adapt to anything.” He gave him a grin, before almost getting them killed by turning in front of a truck.

“You can adapt I can’t.” He held onto the seat for dear life.

“Vampire. Same thing.” He laughed lightly, the two settling into an easy conversation, as made their way across the city. When they pulled up to the helicopter, Darwin turned in his seat. “Two things. Erik is actually a pussy cat, but does have claws. Charles Deacon, may come across as the sweet almost Priest, but you push him to hard, he’s got a power in him. Xavier will make you think he’s innocent, he’s not. And Max well he’ll rip the iron out of your blood if you piss him off or upset Xavier.”

“Duly noted.” He got out of the car, then held out his hand to Armando. “Thanks for the lift.”

By the time he got to the school, afternoon classes were ending. He was met at the helicopter by a cowboy, who reminded him of a certain pirate.

“You met grandpappy!” Brisco tipped his hat. “Welcome to the Xavier School for Gifted Youngsters.”

“Does that really work?” Cal asked as they headed into the school.

“Be surprised how many people think it’s a Prep School or a School to help troubled teens.” He took his hat off, once they stepped inside. “I run the stables and animal husbandry. It helps the kids learn to take care of other living creatures. My Mate, Storm, teaches history. Alex, who’s been with the Professor for decades, is the main recruiter, while his Mate Sean works with the little ones.”

“How many teachers do you have?” Cal asked, watching as kids started pouring down the stairs heading for their rooms or outside. He wasn’t quite sure what to say or even where to look. He had been informed about Mutants, but wasn’t prepared to see such a wide group of them. It was fascinating, and partly scary. This was change in human genetics, but then so was being a Vampire.

“We have about a dozen, give or take. Xavier has done an amazing job here, and everyone is protective of the school and Xavier himself.”

“Understandable. I remember Stillson and his ugly campaign.” Cal paused when he saw an older bald man in a wheelchair roll up to him. “Professor.”

“Well you do have the Meridii looks, though the blonde is unique, reminds me of my oldest boy.” He gave him a nod. “Brisco thanks for bring him in, I’m sure you got stalls to muck.”

“Don’t mind him, he’s still upset I blackmailed him into two horses when he started dating Magneto and didn’t tell his kids.” Brisco winked at Xavier, then put his hat back on before grabbing, will not so little anymore, Jubilee. “Horse time!”

“Yes!” She wiggled out his hands, then set off some fireworks before running out the door.

Cal paused when he saw a tall more menacing man standing behind the Professor. “I’m guessing your Max?”

“A reporter who does his research. Rare these days.” He put a hand on Charles’ shoulder, indicating this was his, and he will protect it all cost.

“Max.” Charles patted his hand, then motioned towards the office. “Come sit, I’ll send for Charles and Erik, while Max makes himself scarce.”

“They don’t get along? I thought he was Erik’s father?” Cal followed him into the spacious office, and took a seat in one of the chairs.

“I am, but they are still a bit upset over how we met.” Max leaned over and kissed Charles on top of his head. “I’ll be scaring the kids into submission.”

“Max…”

“I do have some words of wisdom to shape young minds, Charles. Only the ones I like get trained in the art of Nazi Hunting.” With a last nod, he dramatically left the room.

Cal looked at Xavier, who had a found yet exasperated smile. “Every Mate I’ve seen dealing with the Metal Benders, as I’ve taken to calling them, have that look.”

“It’s fascinating genetically that the most of the family has the same mutation, with variations and strengths. Even with in my own family.”

“Have you looked into how the two families are connected?” He knew he was part of the family, as was Max but hadn’t learned much beyond that.

“It’s a story that isn’t ready yet to be told, but these two families have formed a dynasty over the centuries, and likely will continue. Have you met the God Emperor?” Xavier smirked at Cal’s expression. “I would say not, but I’m sure you will at one point.”

“He’s not on my list.”

“He wouldn’t be, he’s not from around here.” Xavier looked up, then smiled when the door opened and in walked Deacon and Erik. “Here are the two you’ve come all this way to talk to.”

“I don’t see why we have to do this.”

“Erik!” Charles took his hand, sitting on the couch. “I think it’s fascinating. You’ve talked to everyone?”

“Mostly, a few are shy.”

“More like smart.” Erik leaned back in the seat, his hand not leaving Charles as he pulled him closer. “Okay let’s get this over with.”

“Well you are very much like the rest of the family.” Cal pulled out his notebooks, and a few pens. “Do you want to meet or curious about any of them?”

“I am.” Charles smiled brightly. “I’m an only child, so to find out there is family is exciting. Are we similar, or very different.”

“Looks wise similar with some variations in hair, eyes, and height, but overall you could be them yet not. Personality it’s all over the place, there is underlying strengths and traits, but each is very unique. I doubt you could step into Master David’s shoes easily and same for him to you.”

“He’s the one who runs a brothel?” Erik asked, glancing at Charles a grin on his face.

“Hush.” He shook his head, but settled closer to his Mate. “So what do you want to know about us, I’m sure we’re not nearly as exciting as some of the family.”

“Actually, you’re the newest of the group, plus Mutation wise, some of the most powerful.” Cal glanced between them, and though they came across as Erik the more protective streak, and the little he had heard about what had happened that brought Magneto back ‘home’, his abilities are off the charts. Cal looked beyond the adorable blue eyes Charles was showing, and saw the flame behind them. It wouldn’t be a good idea to go after Erik. “Speaking of power, Erik have you used yours to be creative?”

“What like make art or something?” He frowned slightly, only to start contemplating it. “When on the streets I got bored and played with any metal creating things. Never thought about it.”

“Oh.” Charles shifted, eyes going wide with eager anticipation. “That could be interesting.” He looked over his shoulder at Xavier. “Is that a thing here? Art? I mean could classes be taught on how to use your Mutation for art or music.”

“It’s something to look into. Maybe Erik can do some research into it.”

Erik glanced behind him, then at his Mate, and finally at Cal. “I hate you.”

Cal tried but failed to hide the smile.

“I think it would delightful, darling.” He focused back on Cal.

“Do you get along with …”

<<Don’t. Don’t ask about Erik’s father, they are on a very delicate line, and I like my Office to stay the way it is, especially all metal items where they are.>>

Cal blinked a few times, then looked down at his notes. “What drew you to Erik?” He focused on Charles, ignoring Erik’s narrowed eyes.

<<Thank you.>>

He noticed Charles glanced towards Xavier, but no one said anything.

“He yelled at me, called me a spoiled brat who had no idea what the real world was like, and then stormed off. The Cathedral bells were going off like you wouldn’t believe and considering they are welded and don’t actually move it was a memorable moment.” Cal stopped writing and listened to the story. “So of course I had to find him, and tell him he was wrong … only to learn he was right.”

Erik just smiled at him fondly, though there was a hint of sadness.

“Darling, don’t dwell on that night. We are together now, and that is the most important thing.” He reached up, cupping his cheek pulling him into a soft kiss. “As much as I don’t like to talk about his father, he did get his passion from him. It’s amazing when focused on the right thing.”

“Scary when it’s not.” Xavier added from his seat, smiling softly at the young couple. It was their relationship that had given him the courage he needed to finally talk to Max.

Erik gave him a quick kiss, then looked at Cal. “What else.”

“Erik!” Charles shook his head. “He means.,,”

“I mean what else, so we can get this over with.”

“Do you want to meet other members of the family?” He asked them both.

“Yes.” Charles answered enthusiastically. “When the time is right, I would love to fly to England meet Master David and Robbie, and I hear there are sloths in South America.”

“The sloths are adorable.” He pulled out his phone to show him a few pictures, including a nice one of Dr. Charles Evan and Brandon.

Charles looked at it for a few moments. “It’s looking at a softer you.” He glanced at Erik, who was studying the picture. “And a rougher me.”

“Good description.” Cal showed a few other pictures, including Master David holding the leash of the Iguana. “It shows how each member ended up in their own lives. Which leads to how did ‘That Night’ the one with the Vatican change you?”

“That is a long story.” Charles gave him a half smile, flipping through a few more photos before handing the phone back. “The selflessness I saw from so many people. Hearing St. Patrick’s speech it was when I knew what I needed to do. I was all set to follow that path, but God had a slightly different path for me. But if I hadn’t gone into the Seminary I would’ve never met Erik and that was where I was meant to go.”

“Did you meet Ernesto?”

“Yes!” He smiled. “I admire him so much, Kiernan his Mate, helped me come to terms with many things in my head, and even now I can talk with him.”

“Do you regret any of it?”

“No.” He looked at Erik and took his hand. “Not one moment.”

Erik just smiled back.

“So we know the vast line, and who you’re related to…” He skipped over that quickly. “But have you discovered how you are related? I mean…” Cal glanced over at Xavier who had stayed mostly quiet through the whole interview process. “Is he from your family line? I know there are connections with Wesley.”

“Ah you met Wesley, how about his Mate?”

“No and I’ve not got confirmation on if he is who I think he is.” Xavier just smiled. “You are not helpful.”

“Was I supposed to be?” Cal understood why they called him The Professor. He had that unnerving ability to not answer a question. “As for your question, if we did some research I’m sure we’ll find the Deacon family, lines up to the Xaviers or maybe the Charles’, but there is a connection.”

“Okay lastly. Favorite food, color, movie … etc.”

“Seriously?” Erik snorted. “My mama’s tamales, purple, and not a big movie watcher.”

“God I miss good Mexican Food.” Charles sighed, and then looked at Erik. “Think she would send us some Tamales.”

“Yes…” He grabbed his phone and started a text message.

“Silver and I’m a sucker from rom/coms. My favorite book is Once and Future King.”

“Which just proves he’s part of the family.” Xavier smiled at the young man. “I think we’re about done here. Cal you are welcome to stay for dinner. Meet some of the students.”

“That would be nice. I don’t want to be rude, but at the same time I don’t quite know where to look … if that make sense.”

“Yes it’s does, more than you think.” Xavier gave him a warm smile. “Nothing wrong with asking questions, and letting the kids show off. They are teenagers so be prepared for snark.”

“I’ve just spent the past weeks traveling the world to talk to two unique but very tied together families… snark is nothing. Let me tell you about the Pirates!”

Two weeks later, Cal was in his office typing up all his notes, trying to put this particular article together. He knew there were things he had to leave out, and was still trying to get information verified.

He tossed his glasses onto the table and laid his head back. He was tired and Eomer was out with a sick pig of all things.

The sun was very bright, but he didn’t remember his back hovel getting that much light. Cal blinked a few times, only to be surrounded by desert.

“Well hello.”

He startled when he saw a kid, youngest he’s seen of the Xavier family as he’s taken to calling them. “Hello. Who are you?”

“Leto.” He gave him a dashing smile. “We’re on Mind Safari. You’re asleep.”

“How?”

“You just have to go with the mystery. But I saw you were talking to the family, and I wanted in.” He motioned for them to walk. “Don’t mind the worms, they are harmless here.”

Cal’s mouth literally dropped open at the size of one of the worms. “That’s not a worm, at least not from where I come from.”

“Oh yes saw an image of those, tiny tiny things.” They kept walking, until came up on a tower. “I figured since you talked to the family, you should know there was another branch in a distant land. My Mate Duncan, his family ties back to the Goa’uld. They helped overthrew them and freed their people from the Goa’uld tyranny.”

“Duncan?” He asked.

Leto pointed towards the tower, only to have it dissolve and show two men, sitting and talking. Cal laughed out loud. “He’s a bit rougher looking then Paul.”

“Macbeth held on to the last remaining true Sietch…”

“Wait … Macbeth and Duncan?” He chuckled more. “I like that.”

Leto stared at him for a few moments, then grinned. “He’s not quite that MacBeth but I see the humor.”

“Very strong men.” Cal noticed instantly. “They are your protectors?”

“I can protect myself. I may look young, but I’m over 4000 years old, yet just barely a Vampire. They are my anchors, my lovers, my everything. They will fight with and for me, as I would do the same.”

“Thank you for talking to me.” He glanced around the desert. “Where are we exactly?”

“It’s called Dune, and it’s now time to wake up.”

Cal startled awake, staring at his Mate who had a small puppy in his arms. “You were sound asleep, didn’t even here the commotion.” That was when he noticed the noise, the house was filled with puppies, who were barking and carrying on.

“Did you bring home a pack?”

“Kinda.” He set the puppy down. “What were you dreaming of?”

“You wouldn’t believe me if I told you.” Cal stood and stretched. He may call Charles Xavier later, but right now he was done and wanted to play with the puppies.