TITLE- X-Communicated, part 3
AUTHOR- candy aka candylynn
E-MAIL ME- darksydelady@aol.com
RATING-pg13
DISCLAIMER-I don't own anyone in the story.
NOTES- Mulder and Scully start to figure out what is really going on.
Jean reached out to Jubilee with her mind, knowing it was impossible to break down her mental defenses, the flaming red headed beauty settled for halting her escape with a powerful telekinetic hold. But Jubilee was not Scully or even Logan. Twisting around in midair the young woman managed a sneak attack of brightly colored paffs. Her intention was not to hurt them by burning them with it, but to fry their retinas. And fry she did, the sudden flash disoriented Jean so much that she lost her concentration and dropped her prisoner to the floor. With the swiftness of a hawk, Jubilee got to her feet and flung open the door.
3:15 AM
Westchester Community Hall
"And in closing my brothers and sisters, it is time we started to pressure OUR elected officials to handle this growing crisis before it becomes an epidemic. Imagine how many lives could have been saved if our lazy congress had taking action sooner on the AIDS virus or how many lives could have been saved if they had moved into Yugoslavia earlier. Now we must remember the past mistakes we have made with our conservative rise to arms and take quick action against our poor mutated countrymen before they, in their twisted way, cost us not only our jobs or our way of life, but our very lives indeed." With the power and passion of Baptist Minister Greydon Creed had captured the small crowd's attention for well over six hours.
An incredible roar of cheers and thunderous applauds erupted from the fifty or so gathered to see their national leader speak. He scanned the crowd, finding a stoic Smothers standing in the corner, he beckoned him to the back room just off the stage with a haunting glance. Creed, with the flamboyancy of a presidential candidate, waved to his adoring public and left the stage flanked by two armed men.
"You wanted to talk to me Sir?" Smothers' tone was respectable and awestruck as he spoke to Creed.
"Yes Officer Smothers or is it Deputy Smothers now?" Creed smiled knowingly, he was behind Smothers new rank. Call it partial payment for years of good work.
"Yes Sir and I thank you for your kind words in the letter to the Mayor."
"Well son we Friends must truly stick together. As I am sure you understand." Creed looked at his guards. A single glance sent them from the room.
"Sir, I 'handled' their latest recruit." A devilish smile crossed his thin lips.
"So I read," Creed went into his pocket. "But we have a new target. One of the children already there." He withdrew a photo from his pocket and tossed it across the table. Recovering it Smothers was shocked to recognize the new target as the girl who rollerbladed into the intersection when he and the FBI were there earlier.
4:30 AM
The Forest Near Xavier's Institute
Jubilation Lee was no fool. She knew she had to go back there at some point. But why? For him? He wasn't anything but trouble, granted she loved him to no end, but did he feel the same. Of course not no self respecting adult would feel that way about a child. But she was sure that he did care for her. Maybe?
He'd dragged her all across Asia, they were partners, best friends, soulmates...that is until he invited her to return home with him, *Learn to use your powers?* she said to herself in her best attempt at his voice. *I will protect you, we are a family.* "Sheessssh, right I protect your fuzzy butt more than you do mine now Pal. The second we get here you ship me off to the other school so that I have to deal with Emma and Monet. Why, what did I do? Wasn't I good enough to be with you?"
Having said the words, she slumped down on a fallen tree and fought tears. She nothing or no one, Parents, dead. Her best friend Ev, dead. Now if Summers had his way Logan would be carted off to the big house. *They think you killed those girls because your nutso, you had access to the files and just killed them. No way you don't work that way. You've only killed because you have to. And never like that, never that brutal, never so...."
"GRRRRRRRRRR..."
"Jigga?" She grunted. A slang word for what was that she learned from Ev. She looked around, already aware that the growl was not Logan's, she knew his in her sleep. It wasn't a fake one, it was too deep for that. She was in danger. Nuff said. Like a shot she leapt from the log and began running back to the mansion.
In the weeks since Charles had summoned her to help handle Logan, she'd learned these woods like the back of her hand. She easily maneuvered around the trees, jumping ditches overs would have missed. So when she came around the largest oak in the forest, she was quit surprised to see the lumbering shadow of a brute with long powerful arms and fangs dripping with spit.
She back stepped twice, raising her arms to firing position the whole time. She yelled a battle cry and launched a battery of high powered paffs, which the beast shrugged off as if she was throwing paper balls at him.
*LOGAN!!!!!!!!!*
Charles and Jean almost passed out as her blood curdling psychic scream tore apart their minds.
"Jean?!" Scott caught his falling wife just in time. Both Mulder and Scully stood to examine the victims of this strange 'bullet'.
Jean looked at Scott and the others, "Jubilee is being attacked in the forest." No more needed to be said, Ororo opened the window behind the Professor's desk and gracefully sailed out. Mulder watched the beauty in awe as steamy white clouds seemed to form all around her.
"C'mon, Agent, we got a P'tit middle nam' Trouble to save." Gambit tagged Mulder with the back of his hand. Following Gambit, Mulder and Scott raced out of the office leaving Scully to care for Jean and Charles.
"Things like this happen all the time?" Scully asked Jean as she helped her to the sofa. Jean only nodded a painful yes.
Jubilee was in the fight of her life. She'd never seen something that big move so fast. She raced around in between the trees firing paff after paff, rendering thick ancient trees to little more than toothpicks. This thing had picked the wrong night to mess with the wrong girl.
She had just cleared a low branch when she lost track of it, Murphy's Law came into play in her mind, she spun around expecting it to be behind her but it was gone. *I scare it off?* She pondered. *Naw, it wasn't really hurt by the crap I was tossing, so where are ya?* The question came from above. The creature dropped down from the heavens, actually a thick branch directly above her.
Her scream echoed through out the valley, as it punched her in the ribs, breaking two of them. She had wits enough to flash him with a blinding light. Something she hadn't tried earlier, she'd reminder herself to have Scott kick her in the butt about that later, if she survived this that is.
She could literally the bones cutting into her right lungs, but pain could wait. A rush of lifesaving adrenaline was coursing through her now. With the creature blinded and rolling about, she managed to get to her feet. She began a clumsy stagger towards the road only a few feet away. The Mansion was just beyond. Then she heard it, the rumbling gallop of the beast coming up from behind her. She whispered a final prayer, she preyed that God keep and hold Logan's hand always since she wouldn't be there to do it.
Bravely, she turned to face her killer. It was only a mere few feet away from her, drooling and snarling like a hellhound, when a thick small shadow crossed her line of vision just to her left. It impacted with the beast taking it down into a tight roll and away from her. The force of the impact gusted a wind strong enough to knock her weak frame off balance.
"Oh My God," she muttered holding her ribs. A soft smile crossed her lips as she caught a glimpse two sets of three long adamantium claws emerge at lightspeed from between his knuckles as he got up off the creature and to his feet. He was standing upright like a man and his frame looked somewhat normal, normal for him that is.
He lunged forward taking a sweep at the creature, it danced out of the way. Grunting and growling with feral rage, Logan rolled across the forest transversing the distance between him and it faster than running would have and stood toe to toe with it. The bearish type beast, slammed on claw across his face sending Logan spinning through the air. He landed on against a tree.
In the he could hear the swept sound of electricity whizz by him. Two thin purple tinted playing cards hummed through the air. When they contacted the beast it was lifted off the ground four feet and sailed into the darkness of the forest. But quickly it got to it's feet. Returning to it's low gallop it charged towards the man responsible for the danger hand dealt it, Remy LeBeau. Said card shark was standing defiantly next to Storm who was cradling Jubilee's small frame in her arms.
From over Remy's right should a wide red beam appeared and shot the beast. Again it was lifted up and away from it's prey, but this time it retreated.
Logan, shaking off the mild headache he got from being slammed into the tree. Began to chase the creature, but when he heard Jubilee's weak cries calling his name, he thought better of it. She needed him here.
Mulder entered the woods, gun drawn ready for the action he missed. "Is she okay?" He questioned as he approached the others.
"Her rib maybe broken and there are other wounds. I will carry her to Hank immediately." Ororo's lifted off the ground as gingerly as she could with her young friend in tow. Logan emerged from the woods in a deadly serious stride. He looked up at Storm and Jubilee, their eyes connected for an instant. The corners of her ruby lips turned up into a slight smile. He was back, almost.
They held their stare until Storm turned and flew back to the house. Logan sneered, turning he faced Remy, Scott, and a befuddled Mulder who barely recognized the man before as the man-beast that had almost mauled him in the woods earlier.
"Welcome back Mon Ami," Gambit greeted with a slight bow.
"Thank duh kid, ya have someone screamin' at ya from de astral plane at four in duh mornin' and see if ya don't c'mon back duh yerself." Logan's words were hardly understandable but they understood the passion in his voice. A loved one was in trouble, hell or high water wasn't going to stop him from saving his friend.
"Now what Ol' Fearless?" Gambit turned to Scott. If not for his natural smugness and years of practice at hiding his emotions in battle, Scott Summer's face would have been beet red from shame and guilt at pointing such a strong finger at Logan. But only stern resolve lived on his partially covered face.
"I tell ya what Gumbo," Logan started," We bust a few heads, namely Smothers...dip shit Deputy." With that Logan stormed off towards the house, leaving the three men to ponder what in the world Deputy Smothers had to do with this.
AUTHOR- candy aka candylynn
E-MAIL ME- darksydelady@aol.com
RATING-pg13
DISCLAIMER-I don't own anyone in the story.
NOTES- Mulder and Scully start to figure out what is really going on.
Jean reached out to Jubilee with her mind, knowing it was impossible to break down her mental defenses, the flaming red headed beauty settled for halting her escape with a powerful telekinetic hold. But Jubilee was not Scully or even Logan. Twisting around in midair the young woman managed a sneak attack of brightly colored paffs. Her intention was not to hurt them by burning them with it, but to fry their retinas. And fry she did, the sudden flash disoriented Jean so much that she lost her concentration and dropped her prisoner to the floor. With the swiftness of a hawk, Jubilee got to her feet and flung open the door.
3:15 AM
Westchester Community Hall
"And in closing my brothers and sisters, it is time we started to pressure OUR elected officials to handle this growing crisis before it becomes an epidemic. Imagine how many lives could have been saved if our lazy congress had taking action sooner on the AIDS virus or how many lives could have been saved if they had moved into Yugoslavia earlier. Now we must remember the past mistakes we have made with our conservative rise to arms and take quick action against our poor mutated countrymen before they, in their twisted way, cost us not only our jobs or our way of life, but our very lives indeed." With the power and passion of Baptist Minister Greydon Creed had captured the small crowd's attention for well over six hours.
An incredible roar of cheers and thunderous applauds erupted from the fifty or so gathered to see their national leader speak. He scanned the crowd, finding a stoic Smothers standing in the corner, he beckoned him to the back room just off the stage with a haunting glance. Creed, with the flamboyancy of a presidential candidate, waved to his adoring public and left the stage flanked by two armed men.
"You wanted to talk to me Sir?" Smothers' tone was respectable and awestruck as he spoke to Creed.
"Yes Officer Smothers or is it Deputy Smothers now?" Creed smiled knowingly, he was behind Smothers new rank. Call it partial payment for years of good work.
"Yes Sir and I thank you for your kind words in the letter to the Mayor."
"Well son we Friends must truly stick together. As I am sure you understand." Creed looked at his guards. A single glance sent them from the room.
"Sir, I 'handled' their latest recruit." A devilish smile crossed his thin lips.
"So I read," Creed went into his pocket. "But we have a new target. One of the children already there." He withdrew a photo from his pocket and tossed it across the table. Recovering it Smothers was shocked to recognize the new target as the girl who rollerbladed into the intersection when he and the FBI were there earlier.
4:30 AM
The Forest Near Xavier's Institute
Jubilation Lee was no fool. She knew she had to go back there at some point. But why? For him? He wasn't anything but trouble, granted she loved him to no end, but did he feel the same. Of course not no self respecting adult would feel that way about a child. But she was sure that he did care for her. Maybe?
He'd dragged her all across Asia, they were partners, best friends, soulmates...that is until he invited her to return home with him, *Learn to use your powers?* she said to herself in her best attempt at his voice. *I will protect you, we are a family.* "Sheessssh, right I protect your fuzzy butt more than you do mine now Pal. The second we get here you ship me off to the other school so that I have to deal with Emma and Monet. Why, what did I do? Wasn't I good enough to be with you?"
Having said the words, she slumped down on a fallen tree and fought tears. She nothing or no one, Parents, dead. Her best friend Ev, dead. Now if Summers had his way Logan would be carted off to the big house. *They think you killed those girls because your nutso, you had access to the files and just killed them. No way you don't work that way. You've only killed because you have to. And never like that, never that brutal, never so...."
"GRRRRRRRRRR..."
"Jigga?" She grunted. A slang word for what was that she learned from Ev. She looked around, already aware that the growl was not Logan's, she knew his in her sleep. It wasn't a fake one, it was too deep for that. She was in danger. Nuff said. Like a shot she leapt from the log and began running back to the mansion.
In the weeks since Charles had summoned her to help handle Logan, she'd learned these woods like the back of her hand. She easily maneuvered around the trees, jumping ditches overs would have missed. So when she came around the largest oak in the forest, she was quit surprised to see the lumbering shadow of a brute with long powerful arms and fangs dripping with spit.
She back stepped twice, raising her arms to firing position the whole time. She yelled a battle cry and launched a battery of high powered paffs, which the beast shrugged off as if she was throwing paper balls at him.
*LOGAN!!!!!!!!!*
Charles and Jean almost passed out as her blood curdling psychic scream tore apart their minds.
"Jean?!" Scott caught his falling wife just in time. Both Mulder and Scully stood to examine the victims of this strange 'bullet'.
Jean looked at Scott and the others, "Jubilee is being attacked in the forest." No more needed to be said, Ororo opened the window behind the Professor's desk and gracefully sailed out. Mulder watched the beauty in awe as steamy white clouds seemed to form all around her.
"C'mon, Agent, we got a P'tit middle nam' Trouble to save." Gambit tagged Mulder with the back of his hand. Following Gambit, Mulder and Scott raced out of the office leaving Scully to care for Jean and Charles.
"Things like this happen all the time?" Scully asked Jean as she helped her to the sofa. Jean only nodded a painful yes.
Jubilee was in the fight of her life. She'd never seen something that big move so fast. She raced around in between the trees firing paff after paff, rendering thick ancient trees to little more than toothpicks. This thing had picked the wrong night to mess with the wrong girl.
She had just cleared a low branch when she lost track of it, Murphy's Law came into play in her mind, she spun around expecting it to be behind her but it was gone. *I scare it off?* She pondered. *Naw, it wasn't really hurt by the crap I was tossing, so where are ya?* The question came from above. The creature dropped down from the heavens, actually a thick branch directly above her.
Her scream echoed through out the valley, as it punched her in the ribs, breaking two of them. She had wits enough to flash him with a blinding light. Something she hadn't tried earlier, she'd reminder herself to have Scott kick her in the butt about that later, if she survived this that is.
She could literally the bones cutting into her right lungs, but pain could wait. A rush of lifesaving adrenaline was coursing through her now. With the creature blinded and rolling about, she managed to get to her feet. She began a clumsy stagger towards the road only a few feet away. The Mansion was just beyond. Then she heard it, the rumbling gallop of the beast coming up from behind her. She whispered a final prayer, she preyed that God keep and hold Logan's hand always since she wouldn't be there to do it.
Bravely, she turned to face her killer. It was only a mere few feet away from her, drooling and snarling like a hellhound, when a thick small shadow crossed her line of vision just to her left. It impacted with the beast taking it down into a tight roll and away from her. The force of the impact gusted a wind strong enough to knock her weak frame off balance.
"Oh My God," she muttered holding her ribs. A soft smile crossed her lips as she caught a glimpse two sets of three long adamantium claws emerge at lightspeed from between his knuckles as he got up off the creature and to his feet. He was standing upright like a man and his frame looked somewhat normal, normal for him that is.
He lunged forward taking a sweep at the creature, it danced out of the way. Grunting and growling with feral rage, Logan rolled across the forest transversing the distance between him and it faster than running would have and stood toe to toe with it. The bearish type beast, slammed on claw across his face sending Logan spinning through the air. He landed on against a tree.
In the he could hear the swept sound of electricity whizz by him. Two thin purple tinted playing cards hummed through the air. When they contacted the beast it was lifted off the ground four feet and sailed into the darkness of the forest. But quickly it got to it's feet. Returning to it's low gallop it charged towards the man responsible for the danger hand dealt it, Remy LeBeau. Said card shark was standing defiantly next to Storm who was cradling Jubilee's small frame in her arms.
From over Remy's right should a wide red beam appeared and shot the beast. Again it was lifted up and away from it's prey, but this time it retreated.
Logan, shaking off the mild headache he got from being slammed into the tree. Began to chase the creature, but when he heard Jubilee's weak cries calling his name, he thought better of it. She needed him here.
Mulder entered the woods, gun drawn ready for the action he missed. "Is she okay?" He questioned as he approached the others.
"Her rib maybe broken and there are other wounds. I will carry her to Hank immediately." Ororo's lifted off the ground as gingerly as she could with her young friend in tow. Logan emerged from the woods in a deadly serious stride. He looked up at Storm and Jubilee, their eyes connected for an instant. The corners of her ruby lips turned up into a slight smile. He was back, almost.
They held their stare until Storm turned and flew back to the house. Logan sneered, turning he faced Remy, Scott, and a befuddled Mulder who barely recognized the man before as the man-beast that had almost mauled him in the woods earlier.
"Welcome back Mon Ami," Gambit greeted with a slight bow.
"Thank duh kid, ya have someone screamin' at ya from de astral plane at four in duh mornin' and see if ya don't c'mon back duh yerself." Logan's words were hardly understandable but they understood the passion in his voice. A loved one was in trouble, hell or high water wasn't going to stop him from saving his friend.
"Now what Ol' Fearless?" Gambit turned to Scott. If not for his natural smugness and years of practice at hiding his emotions in battle, Scott Summer's face would have been beet red from shame and guilt at pointing such a strong finger at Logan. But only stern resolve lived on his partially covered face.
"I tell ya what Gumbo," Logan started," We bust a few heads, namely Smothers...dip shit Deputy." With that Logan stormed off towards the house, leaving the three men to ponder what in the world Deputy Smothers had to do with this.