Disclaimer: I don't own any characters appearing in this fic; the Gargoyles belong to Disney and the X-Men belong to Marvel.
This story is set a few years after the death of Cyclops. Be forewarned: I'm going to take a number of liberties with this story.
As Jubilee finally got to the mansion, she let out a sigh of relief. It had taken forever to get from the Massachusetts Academy to Westchester, on account of the poor condition of the roads; there had been a giant snow storm that raced across the northern states a couple of days before.
"They'll be real happy ta see me," she said, looking at her watch. She'd been trying to get to the mansion before they sat down to dinner.
"Looks like I'm just gonna make it."
As she turned into the driveway, she looked in her mirror and was surprised to see that the big man on the Harley was still behind her. It had been bothering her that he'd been behind her almost since the beginning of her trip.
"I wonder if that's Cr-," she began, and shook her head. Creed was somewhere in Montana. Frosty had told her before she left that the killer was still there, doing God knows what.
She parked the old Chevy, turned off the engine, opened the door, and listened. Nope, the guy had gone past the drive, she couldn't hear the big bike's engine anymore. Good, she thought, at least I know that wasn't him, and went to the trunk to get out the presents for her ex-teammates. Good evening, Jubilee. She was startled momentarily by the voice in her head. Good evening, Professor. How are you doing?
Well, and yourself?
The same, Professor, she thought looking at the wrapped gift for Logan and smiling to herself."Wolvie's gonna be real surprised with what I got 'im."
Yes, I suppose he is, Jubilee.
"Yeah, an' what did you get the runt, frail?"
She didn't need to turn around to see who was standing behind her. Sabretooth. Victor Creed. Logan's arch nemesis.
Before she could react, he grabbed her right arm, drawing blood from deep puncture wounds made from his incredibly sharp nails. With his left arm, he covered her mouth so she couldn't make a sound and whispered in her ear, "Calm down frail! I ain't gonna hurt ya . . . yet. Magnus wants ya."
PROFESSOR! HELP ME!
Just after she sent this to Professor Xavier, Kurt transported himself in front of her, exclaiming, "Frauline!" Jubilee kept on struggling to get free of Creed's iron grip, until, finally, she was able to get an arm loose and fire a burst of pyrokinetics into his face.
But, it was too late. He had already activated some sort of a device mounted on his wrist, a bright white light emanating from an apparent gem next to a number pad. As the gem grew brighter and brighter, Sabretooth struck at Jubilee, causing several long crimson trails to race down her back. She yelled, "262!," just as Nightcrawler jumped to deliver a kick to Creed's face.
As he landed, both Creed and Jubilee disappeared in a final burst of white light. He was wondering what had happened when he noticed he was standing in a puddle of blood.
Castle Wyvern
Elisa Maza was standing against a stone wall in her customary red, leather jacket, black shirt, and black jeans. She had her hands in her pockets and the jacket zipped up against the cold as she waited for the sun to go down.
"Why does it have to be so cold?" She heard to first sounds of the daily stone encasings breaking as the gargoyles began to awaken. It was always a sight to see.
As Goliath let out a mighty roar, signaling that he was fully awake, a bright, white light suddenly appeared over their heads. As the light subsided, a teenage girl with black hair down to her shoulders fell to the masonry floor with puncture wounds in her arm and five long, deep gashes down her back.
"Goliath, wherever this kid came from, she needs a doctor, bad."
"Brooklyn, get Xanatos, tell him we have a young woman up here who needs medical attention."