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WARNING: there are some graphic emergency room type discriptions.
Slipstream 2
Hank's mind was swirling, like the sensation of falling when you're just about to drift asleep. The screen saver pooped up, hiding the text that had chilled him so.
*How could this be, Jubilation and Scott have a child?* He jiggled the mouse to clear the screen saver, but there was nothing underneith. He shot up in his seat and feverishly began typing command codes. Still nothing happened, not only was the test results gone, but the whole program as well. He leapt from his seat and re-entered the lab, he had to find her sample. Looking through the mess that was left from last night, he found the test tube that had contained her specimen. To his dismay it had been smashed and the contents mixed with other liquid samples now on the floor. His heart sank, in all the mayham of last night, they must have gotten knocked over.
*Hank I need to see you in my Ready Room,* the Professor entered his mind and a deep dread set in...
After, ten minutes Hank entered Charles' Ready Room, the Professor could feel the gentle blue giant's hesitation. "Is something wrong Beast," the Professor asked, concern peppering his gentle voice?
"Yes, Professor, something is extremely wrong," Hank responded as he sank into the plush leather chair directly in front of Charles' desk.
"I ran a series of DNA test on our guest, Elizabeth, before the young woman disappeared last night. As I explained she was temperally displaced, but there was something else that didn't come to my attention until this morning," he lowered his head into his interwoven fingers. His eloquent vocabulary was failing him, the words he needed to explain would not come.
"Hank," Charles, whispered," What did you find?"
"Her parents," Hank's answer was deadpan," according to the test results her parents are Scott and our little Jubilee."
The Professor's eyes widened, he reclined limp back in his hoverchair. He was lost in what he'd just heard. "Jubilee...and Scott? How," the Professor's face was twisted with confusion.
"That I don't know, but according to the first test her cell harmonics were close to someone from this timeline, someone that was either extremely young now or soon to be born within the next five years. I started a search for a gene match on her using the data base we retrieved the last time we had a confrontation with Sinister. Last night the program was still running, this morning it found it's match. She was not in the data base but her parents were."
"Hank, I..." The Professor started but his words got lost in his disbelief.
"It becomes even more complicated by the issue of my system failure and the distruction of her specimen in the choas of last night," Hank added, his irritation growing.
"Do we tell them," the Professor's question was more ritorical than anything else. The two men sat in silence trying to think. This situation was touchy at best. With no further details and no way to gather them, they had little information to help them decide what to do.
"Hank is it possible that the program and data base you ran her sample against had been damaged by the electrical storm she started in the lab last night?" Hank's head shot up, upon hearing the possible explanation.
"It is possible that her 'display' may have had an adverse effect on the equipment, extremely possible," Hank and the Professor looked each other in the eye. There were too many unknowns in this. To tell Scott, Jean, and Jubilee could have dire reprecussions in so many ways.
"We can't tell them, Professor, we can't. As much as I want to, as much as I want to get to the bottom of all of this, we may make things worse by our own investigation," the Professor knew he was right. Cable and Bishop had intervined in the events that lead up to their horrific futures, and no one is really sure if their intervention helped or hurt. There was also the issue of wether or not the test was actually valid. This was best left alone.
Sometime later.....
Jean sat quiet in the nursery with her one week old son, Christian, peacfully sleeping in her arms. He'd not slept through one single night since he'd been born. The sun filtered through the lace that adorned the window, *All is right with the world* she thought with a sleepy smile.
"BEEEEPBEEEEEPBEEEEP," a soft alarm went off, she exhailed sadly. She only sat there, the Professor would tell her soon enough if he needed her. She peeked down at Christian, thankful that the alarm had not awakened him. Hank passed by the opened door of the nursery, and caught sight of Jean rocking the baby. For a moment the feeling of relief he'd known by deciding not to tell the team, a few months ago, about "Elizabeth's" mother and father entered his worried soul. Something else now troubled him, he feared that his silence may have had a price as well, the life of a close friend.
Jean's tired mind caught a stray thought coming from the door.
"Hank," she said softly,"what's going on?"
He pushed the door a little, she could fell a wrenching pain deep inside his heart. "Hank," she pushed?
"The Massachusetts Academy was attacked this morning," he announced with a heavy heart.
"Oh my God, " at that Jean gracefully rose out of the rocker and put Christian in his crib.
"Do not worry, as soon as we know anything I will contact you," Hank said.
She lowered herself back down on the rocker as Hank disappered out the door. A few others raced by, soon a peacful silence ruled the house once more.
Christian was still asleep when the Blackbird returned. The suffering hit her first, followed by pain and death. She looked over at her son and then at the door, grabbing the radio monitor she ran from the room.
All their thoughts were centered in medlab, in a mad confusion. The closer she drew to the medical wing the more the floor was coated in a thick layer of blood. "Oh God," she said aloud and quickened her pace.
The doors slid open onto mayhem, in one corner there was a stretcher with a body covered by a bloody sheet. All five observation beds were full, three had blood soaked sheets completely covering those on them. Paige Guthrie ,Husk, laid on the one closest to the stretcher, the monitors were not on and she was not moving. Her stomach had been riped open, her left arm a bloody stump. Jean's mind bordered on hysterical.
"No Logan get out of here," Bobby pushes the feral Canadian towards the door.
"GRRRRRAWWWWWWWLLL," he barked and pushed his team mate to the floor!!
Jean reached out to Logan, not to his mind but to his body. She froze him in place, slowly she lifted him off the floor and floated him over to her.
Unceremoniuosly she dropped him to the floor in front of her and locked the reinforced adamantium door. He was covered with blood and his clothing had been shreaded.
*Logan*, she called to his mind, he was so close to a completely feral state she was afraid he'd not be able to speak.
"Jean," he said in a whisper,"Jean she can't die, not 'cause o'me," Logan spiraled into tears on the floor. Never had she seen him like this before. She sat next to him on the bloody river that was the floor and craddled him.
WARNING: there are some graphic emergency room type discriptions.
Slipstream 2
Hank's mind was swirling, like the sensation of falling when you're just about to drift asleep. The screen saver pooped up, hiding the text that had chilled him so.
*How could this be, Jubilation and Scott have a child?* He jiggled the mouse to clear the screen saver, but there was nothing underneith. He shot up in his seat and feverishly began typing command codes. Still nothing happened, not only was the test results gone, but the whole program as well. He leapt from his seat and re-entered the lab, he had to find her sample. Looking through the mess that was left from last night, he found the test tube that had contained her specimen. To his dismay it had been smashed and the contents mixed with other liquid samples now on the floor. His heart sank, in all the mayham of last night, they must have gotten knocked over.
*Hank I need to see you in my Ready Room,* the Professor entered his mind and a deep dread set in...
After, ten minutes Hank entered Charles' Ready Room, the Professor could feel the gentle blue giant's hesitation. "Is something wrong Beast," the Professor asked, concern peppering his gentle voice?
"Yes, Professor, something is extremely wrong," Hank responded as he sank into the plush leather chair directly in front of Charles' desk.
"I ran a series of DNA test on our guest, Elizabeth, before the young woman disappeared last night. As I explained she was temperally displaced, but there was something else that didn't come to my attention until this morning," he lowered his head into his interwoven fingers. His eloquent vocabulary was failing him, the words he needed to explain would not come.
"Hank," Charles, whispered," What did you find?"
"Her parents," Hank's answer was deadpan," according to the test results her parents are Scott and our little Jubilee."
The Professor's eyes widened, he reclined limp back in his hoverchair. He was lost in what he'd just heard. "Jubilee...and Scott? How," the Professor's face was twisted with confusion.
"That I don't know, but according to the first test her cell harmonics were close to someone from this timeline, someone that was either extremely young now or soon to be born within the next five years. I started a search for a gene match on her using the data base we retrieved the last time we had a confrontation with Sinister. Last night the program was still running, this morning it found it's match. She was not in the data base but her parents were."
"Hank, I..." The Professor started but his words got lost in his disbelief.
"It becomes even more complicated by the issue of my system failure and the distruction of her specimen in the choas of last night," Hank added, his irritation growing.
"Do we tell them," the Professor's question was more ritorical than anything else. The two men sat in silence trying to think. This situation was touchy at best. With no further details and no way to gather them, they had little information to help them decide what to do.
"Hank is it possible that the program and data base you ran her sample against had been damaged by the electrical storm she started in the lab last night?" Hank's head shot up, upon hearing the possible explanation.
"It is possible that her 'display' may have had an adverse effect on the equipment, extremely possible," Hank and the Professor looked each other in the eye. There were too many unknowns in this. To tell Scott, Jean, and Jubilee could have dire reprecussions in so many ways.
"We can't tell them, Professor, we can't. As much as I want to, as much as I want to get to the bottom of all of this, we may make things worse by our own investigation," the Professor knew he was right. Cable and Bishop had intervined in the events that lead up to their horrific futures, and no one is really sure if their intervention helped or hurt. There was also the issue of wether or not the test was actually valid. This was best left alone.
Sometime later.....
Jean sat quiet in the nursery with her one week old son, Christian, peacfully sleeping in her arms. He'd not slept through one single night since he'd been born. The sun filtered through the lace that adorned the window, *All is right with the world* she thought with a sleepy smile.
"BEEEEPBEEEEEPBEEEEP," a soft alarm went off, she exhailed sadly. She only sat there, the Professor would tell her soon enough if he needed her. She peeked down at Christian, thankful that the alarm had not awakened him. Hank passed by the opened door of the nursery, and caught sight of Jean rocking the baby. For a moment the feeling of relief he'd known by deciding not to tell the team, a few months ago, about "Elizabeth's" mother and father entered his worried soul. Something else now troubled him, he feared that his silence may have had a price as well, the life of a close friend.
Jean's tired mind caught a stray thought coming from the door.
"Hank," she said softly,"what's going on?"
He pushed the door a little, she could fell a wrenching pain deep inside his heart. "Hank," she pushed?
"The Massachusetts Academy was attacked this morning," he announced with a heavy heart.
"Oh my God, " at that Jean gracefully rose out of the rocker and put Christian in his crib.
"Do not worry, as soon as we know anything I will contact you," Hank said.
She lowered herself back down on the rocker as Hank disappered out the door. A few others raced by, soon a peacful silence ruled the house once more.
Christian was still asleep when the Blackbird returned. The suffering hit her first, followed by pain and death. She looked over at her son and then at the door, grabbing the radio monitor she ran from the room.
All their thoughts were centered in medlab, in a mad confusion. The closer she drew to the medical wing the more the floor was coated in a thick layer of blood. "Oh God," she said aloud and quickened her pace.
The doors slid open onto mayhem, in one corner there was a stretcher with a body covered by a bloody sheet. All five observation beds were full, three had blood soaked sheets completely covering those on them. Paige Guthrie ,Husk, laid on the one closest to the stretcher, the monitors were not on and she was not moving. Her stomach had been riped open, her left arm a bloody stump. Jean's mind bordered on hysterical.
"No Logan get out of here," Bobby pushes the feral Canadian towards the door.
"GRRRRRAWWWWWWWLLL," he barked and pushed his team mate to the floor!!
Jean reached out to Logan, not to his mind but to his body. She froze him in place, slowly she lifted him off the floor and floated him over to her.
Unceremoniuosly she dropped him to the floor in front of her and locked the reinforced adamantium door. He was covered with blood and his clothing had been shreaded.
*Logan*, she called to his mind, he was so close to a completely feral state she was afraid he'd not be able to speak.
"Jean," he said in a whisper,"Jean she can't die, not 'cause o'me," Logan spiraled into tears on the floor. Never had she seen him like this before. She sat next to him on the bloody river that was the floor and craddled him.