I don't own the X-Men and I am not making any money from these stories. I only get the joy of messing with people's mind by doing this, hehehehehehehehe!!!!
To be honest I hate Scott, the apple polisher, but I like playing devil's advocate.
Slipstream
Scott hated thunderstorms, he was never really sure way. it could have been the fact that he was a pilot and this kind of dangerous weather made it harder for him to fly. *Naw* he thought, he'd hated this kind of weather back when he was a kid.
The light of the fridge washed over him like a mini sunrise, the cold air assaulted his bare chest. His goggles started to fog up from the cold air contacting the rather warm surface of the ruby. There was little in the fridge that interested. A bag of chips, beer, pretzles, beer,...oh apples. He reached and pulled the red sphere out of the plastic bag it had been resting. Closing the door, he rubbed the apple across his sweat pants. He had to laugh to himself, if the others had seen this he would never lived it down, he was really polishing an apple.
They didn't understand, he had to be the way he was. One, that was just his personality, two he was team leader. Reserve and respect, he had to lead by example. Remy and Rogue got a taste of it while he was gone and they didn't like it. They were more than happy to turn both teams over to him. An odd thing crossed his mind as he took his first bite of the apple, Jubilee. The visiting runt was leader of Generation X now. Sean had filed him in.
Turns out that the kid was playing them all for fools, she was a master tactician, who knew. Sean had to admit that the little firecracker only stepped up when the ideas the others were too dangerous or outragous , which it seemed had been a lot recently.
He couldn't imagine her leading anything, except maybe Wolverine to an early grave. The way he worried about that girl was legendary.
He sat at the kitchen table and continued to take bites out of the apple. There'd be a flash of thunder here and there be nothing too strange or loud. He could feel Jean asleep, he smiled at the thought of her. In a flash of thunder he thought he saw something at the other end of the kitchen, or someone.
He hoped up and stalked over to the area and there was nothing. Turning he shock his head at his own paranoia and returned to champing the apple. Another flash of lightening, he heard a group of people talking. It was more of a wave, like at a stadium during a game or something but he knew he'd heard that.
Fingering his sleeping goggles he moved about the house. Everyone was asleep, there were no t.v.s on, no radios...Maybe being possessed by Apocolypse was starting to catch up with him, he frowned at the thought.
He'd finished the apple and throw away the core. He was starting to get sleepy again, he unconscienciously hummed,"Oops, I did it again" and started for his room.
Another flash of thuner and lightening, he could fell the house rumble a little. He stopped at the bottom of the steps and waited for it to quiet down again.. He turned to go upstairs, a bundle was rolling down the stairs, fast.
He dove out the way and landed near the front door. He looked over at where what ever it was should have landed and saw movement.
"AWEE, man," an angry voice protested as it started to it's feet. Scott leapt to his feet and turned on the lights in the foyer. He looked back over at he steps, a young woman dreesed in a black tee and blue jeans with a rather large gun was sheilding her eyes. Scott's hero brain cells activated, he charged her and disarmed her with a move that looked like something out of "Matrix". Tackling her down to the ground, he pined her hands above her head. She struggled, she was a strong little thing.
He looked down at his prisoner, curiously. She was of asian ancestory, but there was a coloring of european in her features and those spectatular green eyes of hers. It was then that he noticed she was young, very young maybe 16. He looked over at the gun and wondered why she was there. He raised off her, but kept her hands above her head. it was easy, the little thing was only about 5'1", he was 6'2" he had her by a foot.
"Get off me,"she demanded, loudly. He'd wanted to laugh at her futile struggle, one of his hands had both her wrists. She raised her head up to look at him and spit. The bulk of it landed on his visor. She looked at him her defiance turned into a hystrical fear all of a sudden. He stood there looking at with his best poker face. If not for the gun this would be a truely funny situation.
*Scott, what's wrong*, Jean's sleepy voice entered his mind?
*Well I have a little girl with a big gun down here,* he returned with a slight giggle in his voice. Jean didn't even bother to ask and exited her room while trying to wrap her rob around herself. She sent out messages to everyone to get up and go downstairs.
Once the group gathered in the foyer Scott had tied her feet and hand. The girl was in a state of shock and upon closer investigation she was injuried. A busted lip and cuts on her hands and a slash in her black shirt, made with percision. Beast carried her down to Medlab. She 'd stopped struggling long before the group gathered, she'd given up to early for Scott's taste.
She co-operated with Beast while patched her up, but she never made eye contact with any of them. Jean, Betsy and the Professor had all tried to scan her but she had a psy shield up and a strong one.
"What's your name, Honey," Betsy finally asked?
"I..I can't..." she looked so afraid but Betsy got the feeling that she was not screamed of them or the situation she was in, it was something else that was upsetting her, making her nervous.
"Fine, we'll let the police find out your name," she crossed her arms and left Warren's side to place the call. The girl had a gun and somehow broke into the house without three trained psychics and Scott roaming the halls,their was nothing for them to do. Betsy really didn't want to call the police until they got to the bottom of all this but she could tell that the girl was not going to talk.
Before Betsy could make it to the phone it exploded into splinters,"No I don't think so," the girl said. "My name is Elizabeth." Betsy looked over at Warren, he looked at her and she sat down in a chair, in silence. "Don't worry I won't hurt any of you," she said sadly, still unable to look anyone in the face.
They'd decided not to call the police on her, she was mutant of considerable powers, she may not go along with that. At this point Jubilee went over to the girl with a sandwich, peanut butter and jelly.
"I know you must be hungry," Jubilee said softly with a big happy smile. The girl allowed her eyes to bounce between Jubilee and the sandwich. "There's a glass of milk in it too if ya want."
That was all the girl needed to hear, she snatched up the sandwich and Jubilee, pleased that she'd managed to get the girl to eat, placed the milk on the night table.
In Hank's office he was breifing the still awake X-Men, Storm, Wolverine, Jean, Scott, Warren, Betsy, and the Professor. "Like I said her vitals are normal, she will recover from her flesh wounds, but there is something wrong."
"A temperal cell embalance," Jean said.
"Yes my dear Jean, like Bishop, just weaker," Beast added.
"Why weaker," Wolverine asked?
"Possibly because she is from a future directly possible for this timeline or she is from the direct future of us." The room fell silent.
"Also, as for her showing up here, my well educated guess, based on her reaction to everyone, I think she may live here...in the future any way. I'm running test against our database to see if she is alive now, the small amount of variations in her cells tells me she maybe a newborn or about five years from being born. It is still worth a shot. " The room fell silent again.
Jubilee watched the girl distory the sandwich and swell the milk in whole gulp. *EWW*, Jubilee thought,*she eats like Logan.* The girl looked up Jubilee, it took another second for the girl to flip out. It was like she'd seen a ghost.
"THIS AIN'T HAPPENING,"she yelled repeatedly!!! Jubilee back away as the other X-Men re-entered the room. The girl was powering up for something, the air in the room swirled into a massive vortex, Scott tosted a glance at Storm,"I can't do anything this is not a weather related...."Storm's voice faded in the sounds of lightening and energy that radiated from the girl.
A white light mysteriously appeared before them, Gateway stepped out. He reached up and pulled the possessed girl in to the vortex and they disappeared.
The room returned to normal . They all looked at each other, she was gone, they'd sort it out in the morning.
THE NEXT MORNING....
Hank entered his office after surveying the damage brought upon his lab the night before. He sat back in his chair behind his desk. Shaking his head he snorted a gentle laugh.
*BEEPBEEPBEEPBEEPBEEP..." his computer had been left onlast night, in the middle of all that confusion it didn't surprise him. Something had finished processing, the tests he ran on the girl last night. Pressing "F1" the screen scrolled for a minute and came to rest on:
IDENTITY OF SUBJECT-UNKNOWN.
IDENTITY OF SUBJECT BIOLOGICAL PARENTS -KNOWN.
"Fascinating,"he said leaning forward on to his desk. He again he pressed "F1". The screen scrolled again and came to rest. His breathing quickened, if not for the fur he was sure he was red with something between anger and fear. The screen read:
SUBJECT BIOLOGICAL FATHER- SCOTT SUMMERS
SUBJECT BIOLOGICAL MOTHER-JUBILATION LEE..............
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To be honest I hate Scott, the apple polisher, but I like playing devil's advocate.
Slipstream
Scott hated thunderstorms, he was never really sure way. it could have been the fact that he was a pilot and this kind of dangerous weather made it harder for him to fly. *Naw* he thought, he'd hated this kind of weather back when he was a kid.
The light of the fridge washed over him like a mini sunrise, the cold air assaulted his bare chest. His goggles started to fog up from the cold air contacting the rather warm surface of the ruby. There was little in the fridge that interested. A bag of chips, beer, pretzles, beer,...oh apples. He reached and pulled the red sphere out of the plastic bag it had been resting. Closing the door, he rubbed the apple across his sweat pants. He had to laugh to himself, if the others had seen this he would never lived it down, he was really polishing an apple.
They didn't understand, he had to be the way he was. One, that was just his personality, two he was team leader. Reserve and respect, he had to lead by example. Remy and Rogue got a taste of it while he was gone and they didn't like it. They were more than happy to turn both teams over to him. An odd thing crossed his mind as he took his first bite of the apple, Jubilee. The visiting runt was leader of Generation X now. Sean had filed him in.
Turns out that the kid was playing them all for fools, she was a master tactician, who knew. Sean had to admit that the little firecracker only stepped up when the ideas the others were too dangerous or outragous , which it seemed had been a lot recently.
He couldn't imagine her leading anything, except maybe Wolverine to an early grave. The way he worried about that girl was legendary.
He sat at the kitchen table and continued to take bites out of the apple. There'd be a flash of thunder here and there be nothing too strange or loud. He could feel Jean asleep, he smiled at the thought of her. In a flash of thunder he thought he saw something at the other end of the kitchen, or someone.
He hoped up and stalked over to the area and there was nothing. Turning he shock his head at his own paranoia and returned to champing the apple. Another flash of lightening, he heard a group of people talking. It was more of a wave, like at a stadium during a game or something but he knew he'd heard that.
Fingering his sleeping goggles he moved about the house. Everyone was asleep, there were no t.v.s on, no radios...Maybe being possessed by Apocolypse was starting to catch up with him, he frowned at the thought.
He'd finished the apple and throw away the core. He was starting to get sleepy again, he unconscienciously hummed,"Oops, I did it again" and started for his room.
Another flash of thuner and lightening, he could fell the house rumble a little. He stopped at the bottom of the steps and waited for it to quiet down again.. He turned to go upstairs, a bundle was rolling down the stairs, fast.
He dove out the way and landed near the front door. He looked over at where what ever it was should have landed and saw movement.
"AWEE, man," an angry voice protested as it started to it's feet. Scott leapt to his feet and turned on the lights in the foyer. He looked back over at he steps, a young woman dreesed in a black tee and blue jeans with a rather large gun was sheilding her eyes. Scott's hero brain cells activated, he charged her and disarmed her with a move that looked like something out of "Matrix". Tackling her down to the ground, he pined her hands above her head. She struggled, she was a strong little thing.
He looked down at his prisoner, curiously. She was of asian ancestory, but there was a coloring of european in her features and those spectatular green eyes of hers. It was then that he noticed she was young, very young maybe 16. He looked over at the gun and wondered why she was there. He raised off her, but kept her hands above her head. it was easy, the little thing was only about 5'1", he was 6'2" he had her by a foot.
"Get off me,"she demanded, loudly. He'd wanted to laugh at her futile struggle, one of his hands had both her wrists. She raised her head up to look at him and spit. The bulk of it landed on his visor. She looked at him her defiance turned into a hystrical fear all of a sudden. He stood there looking at with his best poker face. If not for the gun this would be a truely funny situation.
*Scott, what's wrong*, Jean's sleepy voice entered his mind?
*Well I have a little girl with a big gun down here,* he returned with a slight giggle in his voice. Jean didn't even bother to ask and exited her room while trying to wrap her rob around herself. She sent out messages to everyone to get up and go downstairs.
Once the group gathered in the foyer Scott had tied her feet and hand. The girl was in a state of shock and upon closer investigation she was injuried. A busted lip and cuts on her hands and a slash in her black shirt, made with percision. Beast carried her down to Medlab. She 'd stopped struggling long before the group gathered, she'd given up to early for Scott's taste.
She co-operated with Beast while patched her up, but she never made eye contact with any of them. Jean, Betsy and the Professor had all tried to scan her but she had a psy shield up and a strong one.
"What's your name, Honey," Betsy finally asked?
"I..I can't..." she looked so afraid but Betsy got the feeling that she was not screamed of them or the situation she was in, it was something else that was upsetting her, making her nervous.
"Fine, we'll let the police find out your name," she crossed her arms and left Warren's side to place the call. The girl had a gun and somehow broke into the house without three trained psychics and Scott roaming the halls,their was nothing for them to do. Betsy really didn't want to call the police until they got to the bottom of all this but she could tell that the girl was not going to talk.
Before Betsy could make it to the phone it exploded into splinters,"No I don't think so," the girl said. "My name is Elizabeth." Betsy looked over at Warren, he looked at her and she sat down in a chair, in silence. "Don't worry I won't hurt any of you," she said sadly, still unable to look anyone in the face.
They'd decided not to call the police on her, she was mutant of considerable powers, she may not go along with that. At this point Jubilee went over to the girl with a sandwich, peanut butter and jelly.
"I know you must be hungry," Jubilee said softly with a big happy smile. The girl allowed her eyes to bounce between Jubilee and the sandwich. "There's a glass of milk in it too if ya want."
That was all the girl needed to hear, she snatched up the sandwich and Jubilee, pleased that she'd managed to get the girl to eat, placed the milk on the night table.
In Hank's office he was breifing the still awake X-Men, Storm, Wolverine, Jean, Scott, Warren, Betsy, and the Professor. "Like I said her vitals are normal, she will recover from her flesh wounds, but there is something wrong."
"A temperal cell embalance," Jean said.
"Yes my dear Jean, like Bishop, just weaker," Beast added.
"Why weaker," Wolverine asked?
"Possibly because she is from a future directly possible for this timeline or she is from the direct future of us." The room fell silent.
"Also, as for her showing up here, my well educated guess, based on her reaction to everyone, I think she may live here...in the future any way. I'm running test against our database to see if she is alive now, the small amount of variations in her cells tells me she maybe a newborn or about five years from being born. It is still worth a shot. " The room fell silent again.
Jubilee watched the girl distory the sandwich and swell the milk in whole gulp. *EWW*, Jubilee thought,*she eats like Logan.* The girl looked up Jubilee, it took another second for the girl to flip out. It was like she'd seen a ghost.
"THIS AIN'T HAPPENING,"she yelled repeatedly!!! Jubilee back away as the other X-Men re-entered the room. The girl was powering up for something, the air in the room swirled into a massive vortex, Scott tosted a glance at Storm,"I can't do anything this is not a weather related...."Storm's voice faded in the sounds of lightening and energy that radiated from the girl.
A white light mysteriously appeared before them, Gateway stepped out. He reached up and pulled the possessed girl in to the vortex and they disappeared.
The room returned to normal . They all looked at each other, she was gone, they'd sort it out in the morning.
THE NEXT MORNING....
Hank entered his office after surveying the damage brought upon his lab the night before. He sat back in his chair behind his desk. Shaking his head he snorted a gentle laugh.
*BEEPBEEPBEEPBEEPBEEP..." his computer had been left onlast night, in the middle of all that confusion it didn't surprise him. Something had finished processing, the tests he ran on the girl last night. Pressing "F1" the screen scrolled for a minute and came to rest on:
IDENTITY OF SUBJECT-UNKNOWN.
IDENTITY OF SUBJECT BIOLOGICAL PARENTS -KNOWN.
"Fascinating,"he said leaning forward on to his desk. He again he pressed "F1". The screen scrolled again and came to rest. His breathing quickened, if not for the fur he was sure he was red with something between anger and fear. The screen read:
SUBJECT BIOLOGICAL FATHER- SCOTT SUMMERS
SUBJECT BIOLOGICAL MOTHER-JUBILATION LEE..............
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