Author's Note: I devised this idea when musing on all of the twisted family relationships in the X-Men. Nothing too dark here, though, don't worry.

Truth be told, Kurt had always felt somewhat jealous that Mystique granted so much of her time and energy to Rogue.

He knew it was petty, but he couldn't ignore the envy in his heart as he learned that Mystique had formulated yet another plan to ensnare his sister. Family was family, and blood shouldn't matter, but at times he couldn't help wonder exactly why exactly his mother devoted such a considerable portion of her clashes with the X-Men to reclaiming Rogue, her adopted daughter, rather he, her full-blooded son.

One brisk early spring night in New York City, when Rogue was fifteen and he nearly seventeen, he watched in dismay as Rogue, her expression carved from stone, rose and stalked away from the crumpled body of the woman who was once Ms. Marvel, felled as per Mystique's plan, due to an orchestrated misunderstanding between the Avengers and the X-Men.

He no longer felt envious of the attention Rogue received from their mother after that.

In fact, that was the night Kurt began to wonder if Mystique's way of showing him affection was by leaving him out of her numerous nefarious schemes.

Really, Erik didn't possess the amount of patience for instructing these child soldiers as Charles. Frankly, they were exasperating to train and barely worth the time spent managing them. However, the wild passion and adrenaline love of teenagers was difficult to uncover in grown adults, and of course, it was pragmatic to train them while they were young.

Though many thought him to be a rather cold father, Erik was all too often torn between his two children. Wanda held a vast amount of power and was almost unlimited potential, yet she despised him, and her contempt for him surpassed healthy measures and rendered her rather mentally unbalanced. Pietro was the safer option, but Erik found him to be flighty and unwilling to take direction from his superiors.

And of course, his daughter Lorna, nearly a year older than them, had yet to develop a mutation. Such a shame, he had three children and none were quite suited for the lives he was planning for them.

Then good fortune struck him while he and his acolytes stormed one of the secret government laboratories he had located. He found a pair of fraternal twins, mutants, whose abilities included light speed, energy projection, regeneration, and multiple other talents. They had been brainwashed to follow orders without question, and so when he liberated them, they complied with his every command.

Despite being several years younger, the boy looked remarkably similar to Pietro, in build and visage, aside from a few minor facial details (this boy's features were somewhat more elfin) and the twins also shared an uncanny semblance. Though their demeanors remained eerie, they soon proved themselves useful attributes to his forces.

And so he had the boy bleach his hair to Pietro's shade of platinum blonde, ordered the girl to chop her glossy raven locks off to resemble Wanda's hairstyle, and voilĂ - he had the twins he always wanted.

Logan never liked kids as a general concept. On surface level, they were loud and extremely irritating. However, after working with the teenage X-Men for months, he was willing to begrudge them his respect. Hell, even the New Mutants weren't as annoying as he thought they would be, not that he would ever say that out loud.

Still, he wasn't planning on kids any time in the near future. His own team was enough of a family for him, not that he especially wanted one.

The closest thing he had to offspring was that one female clone of his- X-23, a psychologically unhinged teenager with anger issues. She wasn't his daughter, and he didn't want her to be- what was he supposed do, adopt her? When hell froze over, maybe: he neither cared for her as person nor did he want to accept responsibility for her deranged antics.

He had allowed her to go free once, but now her was beginning to wonder if that had been the right decision. She was a loner, even more of one than himself, a borderline sociopath who simply didn't care about anyone else.

He hated to admit it, but maybe those scumbag scientists had point, keeping her isolated from the rest of society. A mentally unstable, nigh indestructible, feral mutant could cause horrific damage if allowed to roam free, and he had enabled her to do so. Looking back on it, he didn't want that on his conscience, and it seemed like even those bastards at H.Y.D.R.A. didn't, either.

In any case, hindsight was twenty-twenty. If X-23 ever tried to hurt someone at the Xavier Institute, he would kill her without a single regret.

An educated man with college degrees in multiple fields, Dr. Hank McCoy recognized the ultimate irrationality of student favoritism. There was no direct benefit from continually granting preferentiality to certain individuals, only detriment. But nevertheless, he found that on particular occasions, he found himself unable to restrain from looking upon specific students with a distinct fondness.

That was not to say that he only cared for certain students and completely disregarded the others; no, Hank endeavored to demonstrate equal behavior toward all of the students of the Xavier Institute. None of them were quite like children to him- because though he was their instructor first and foremost, he was also their teammate, confidante, and friend. They were much more open with him than a teenager would be with a typical parent or teacher. They trusted him as he trusted them.

While closer to his own charges than the actual X-Men, Hank did admit that particular students within the New Mutants caught his favor. He was especially partial to Bobby Drake, a very intelligent young man despite what his grades indicated, who was always devising witty jokes, some displaying more cynicism than others; and Amara Aquilla, with her fiery, blunt demeanor and fierce determination that aided her during her many challenges in which she managed to embroil herself, yet she never backed down.

And of course, it was merely natural that Hank would have less patience for certain other students; for example Jubilee, with her obnoxiously vivid colors, habit of mocking other students, and entitled attitude; and Jamie, who was young and was certain he knew all there was to know, unaware that he truly knew nothing of the realities of life.

But Hank honestly did try to keep the playing field even, so to speak. Jealously and egos, wounded or inflated, did not bode well for anyone.

As a living and breathing moderator of the weather, her mutation required a serene and even temperament. Though not quite an omega-level mutant, Ororo Munroe was all too aware of the horrendous damage she could instigate with only a few moments of an angry mood. Therefore, she maintained a rational and composed attitude throughout crises of all magnitude.

Personally, Ororo didn't believe in favoritism of any kind. Everyone had a right to their opinions, individual decisions, relaxation, and even boy band music if they preferred, as long as all were appropriate for that time and place. All of the students at the Xavier Institute deserved to be treated fairly, regardless of race, lineage, parentage, nationality, mutation, or financial attributes.

Every component in her world revolved around balance, and Ororo refused to sacrifice any of her inner peace to contribute her part to some sort of competitive game involving preferential treatment for certain students.

Preparing the world for the revelation of a people who had advanced to the next stage of evolution and continued to live in everyday society was far from an easy task. But Charles Xavier was determined that the two groups could coexist, no matter what the cost. There was little other choice.

In order to disprove themselves the menace the rest of society believed them to be, mutants had to prove themselves a peaceful, non-threatening group. If not, the media would slander mutants and the public would never accept them as humans.

Jean and Scott were the best options for leaders of the X-Men because they embodied the concept of "wholesome". They were bright, young, optimistic, and they shared his passion and determination that drove him to his goals. He wanted other young mutants to see them and follow them as an example. Mutant paragons of morality were vital to achieving peace, even though they were partially a public relations stunt.

No matter what Rogue might think, he definitely didn't openly exhibit partisanship to Jean. However, he admitted inwardly to himself that he was wary of Rogue. Mostly because she reminded him so much of her mother: mannerisms, speech patterns, thought characteristics. This was more than an attempt by Mystique to ingrain her methods into the next generation: it was as if she had tried to create a younger copy of herself, destroying Rogue's individual character to replace it with her own debased nature.

The sheer amount of striking similarity between the two women startled Charles; Mystique represented more than just threat, she was a personal adversary to him, who represented the first failure of his dream for peace.

Jean and Rogue were equal in his mind. But it just so happened that an upper middle class, sheltered, successful teenager such as Jean was a more suitable public image of a mutant than the aloof, cold misanthropist that was Rogue.

A/N: So, any thoughts? Charles's relationship with Mystique is examined more in depth in my story "Of Flesh and Bond", in case anyone's interested.

Also, kudos for anyone who can recognize the twins Magneto uses to replace his own children. Hint: they were comic characters.

BTW: I know Lorna Dane was a mutant in the comics, but seeing how she wasn't in the show, I think it's safe to say she has not yet developed her mutation.