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Warning, violence.
The slipstream 3
"Two broken ribs, a punctured lung,..... massive blood loss, multiple concussions, a compound fracture in her right arm, and..." Hank stopped himself from reading of Jubilee's injuries. The team only sat in a morbid silence, there were a few gasps for air in fleeting attempts to gain control of flaming emotions.
"As for the other children I will have to complete a full..." he could not say it, not with Sam Guthrie sitting only a few feet away from him. The word autopsy, would not even form in his mind," a Full examination, to determine..what ," Hank's vocabulary left him.
"Thank you Beast," the Professor could no longer watch his friend and comrad suffer through his section of the briefing.
"This is what we know," Scott stood stone faced trying not to be overpowered by what he had to say, reserve, he had to remain reserved.
"At 0720 hours this morning we received a distress call from the Massachuetts Academy sent by Monet St. Croix," he paused at her name, her's had been the first body he found, slumped over the security control panel in the basement of the school."We were informed that the school was being attacked by four Sentinals." The room remained quiet, for those who had been there to witness the carnage this was a return to hell, for those who had not, this was an unwanted visit there.
"We lost communications with the school at 0721 hours this morning and upon our arrival we discovered that students codenamed Skin, M,Chamber, Penance, Artie, Leech, and Synch had been..., were causalties of the assualt. Banshee is still missing. Emma Frost, Jubilation Lee and Paige Guthrie were the only survivors. Emma and Paige's conditions were dire, Jubilation had lost a great deal of blood, but was still conscience." With that Scott glanced up at Sam, the poor man's head was almost between his knees, he quietly sobbed as Meltdown tried to comfort him.
"When we arrived three sentinals seemed to be distoryed and according to Jubilee the largest one ran off in a northerly direction. After surveying the house and grounds, one of the sentinals reactivated and targetted Logan, at that point Jubilation positioned herself..." Logan rose, grunted and stormed out. Scott stopped speaking until the man left the room," she positioned herself in front of Logan and fired a rather strong plasmic blast, but the Sentinal was able to return fire and she recieved the full blunt of the blast." He held his head up almost proud.
" Emma 'left' us on the way here, Paige shortly after we arrived, Jubilee is in medlab her condition is at best critical. We don't know who sent the Sentinals or if they are, again, under direction from a Mastermold unit. If we hear anything else you will be informed, until then keep a heads up, people." The group began to scatter.
Storm, Kitty, and Peter were the first to leave, Sam and Meltdown just sat there, Remy and Rogue joined them in an attempt to calm the poor boy down. Hank muttered something about contacting Bishop, to the Professor and they left. "I Have to call Warren," Betsy whispered to Scott, "He'll want to know."
Jean walked over to her husband and embraced him in her arms. "Scott, it's going to be..."
"BOOOOOOOMMMMMMM," the loudest explotion either of them had ever heard rocked the house. They looked at each other and the same dreaded thought filled them, the Sentinals had come for them.
Jean and Scott ran from the room, Kitty and Peter were laying on the floor trying to get their barings. There were sounds of footsteps and yelling, Jean could hear Wolverine grawling for all he was worth.
Fires had started to break out. "CHRISTIAN!" Jean's heart raced, she had to get to her son. She looked at Scott, "Go," he yelled back to her and disappeared in the smoke and choas.
She'd made it to the second floor nursery, Hank was coming out with the child safely in his arms," They need you Jean,as soon as I have secured him in Medlab and checked on Jubilee, I will join you," Her face was twisted with fear and angst, but she agreed. Hank quickly vanished in the thick smoke. She trusted Hank to protect him, but for peace of mind she locked onto her son telepathicly.
As she arrived outside there were four Sentinals, two were little more than scrap metal, Wolverine was battle dancing with the third and the rest of the team was dealing with the forth and largest. Storm had left the battle, the house was on fire, she hovered above it. Dark rain clouds quickly filled the once empty summer night sky and rain seemed to swallow the house.
Joining Scott's side Jean watch Logan make short work of his Sentinal. He was angry, they all were. Wolverine's victim spun on it's only leg and haphazardly fired a shot toward the house. The wing of the mansion that housed med lab exploded in a brilliant red flash. Jean's heart almost jumped out her body, she could no longer feel the baby. She scanned the house, she could no longer feel any of them.
"AAAAAHHHHHHHHH," her voice cut through to everyone, even the enraged Logan. She fell to her knees craddling her head. Scott ran into the house, but the fire was too strong, too hot. He could go no further than the foyer before he passed out. Storm instensified her efforts to put out the fire.
The Professor who had been thrown from his hover chair during the battle tried to crawl towards Jean. He could feel the walls in her mind falling, the same walls every human being puts up to keep their more Neanderthal instincts in check. Rage, hate, loss of self control. The walls that held them in check for her were gone...only the Dark Pheonix remained. She extended a fire talon towards both sentinals and they exploded into dime size pieces. X-Men scattered everywhere trying to avoid the fallout.
In a fire flash of light the rest of Jean's body ignited into the hellish firebird. *Betsy,* the Professor called to the ninja Psylocke who was frozen with fear at the sight of this evil reborn. *Betsy, something has happened to Christian, Jean has lost control, we must help her regain it*, he ordered. Still terrorified Betsy linked with Charles and they attempted to invade Jean's distructive psyche.
She laughted as she realized that they were there, trying to violate her mind. She sent out a psychic wave, instantly ripping both Betsy and Charles' minds to shred.
The sounds of sirens filled the air, ten police cars pulled up in front of the mansion. Like ants, the officers exited their cars and took defensive positions. They'd received calls about giant robots flying this way, nothing about a firewoman.
Again she laughted, she reached out with a talon and the gathering of police exploded.
"Ah, Jeannie, wha'cha have to go an do that fer," Logan mournfully muttered.
Storm turned her attentions on Jean, a lightening bolt struck the Pheonix, but she seemed unaffected. She only turned and telekenticly flung Ororo against a large tree some distance away. Remy, Rogue, and Cannonball attempted to charge her, but she shooed them away like bothersome flies. They had distracted her enough for Peter Rasputin to launch Logan at her. With claws extended he slashed her in the back. She screamed and fell from the sky like a comet. Logan landed in front of her and took a defensive stance,"Don't make me do this Jeannie," he gruffed.
"Don't make you do what, die," the haunting voice made his throat go dry. She raised a flaming hand in his direction. It was then that a white vortex appeared between them, Gateway stood in front of the Dark Pheonix defiantly, Jubilee and the baby lay still on the ground behind him with Beast attending to them.
She backed away from Gateway, powering down to an orange glow she stared at the broken and bandaged eighteen year old and the sleeping infant.
The evil laughter filled her, the Pheonix was in complete control. The flames around her ignited once more, she rose into the air and began to reach a talon down toward Jubilee and the baby. "NOOO," Rogue screamed as she tried to get to her feet. Logan charged forward, he'd planned on returning the favor Jubilee had done for him earlier and block the shot, but before he could, the woman stiffened. "AHHHHHH!" her painful wail threw Logan off balance and he tripped to the ground. A red beam emerged from her chest, punching it's way from the back of her body. Logan followed the beam to it's origins, the doorway of the house, Scott Summers' ruby quartz visor.
The fire glow around Jean blinked into oblivion and she fell to the ground with a dull thud. The hole in her chest was not bleeding, the laser blast had cauterized the wound when it was made. Scott walked over to his wife, collecting her up in his arms, he'd noticed her body had already started to grow cold.
Conclusion
"Not today Scott Summers, not today,"Jubilee's face was twisted with rage. She pushed past a sea of party goers and slamed straight into Cable.
"What's your hurry," He said with a smirk," you almost ran me and the kid over." He stood holding Christian, she wanted to laugh when she saw that both he and Chris were wearing brightly colored cone birthday hats.
"I am going to kill, your Father," she said with as much attitude as she could muster.
"He didn't show for the party," Cable asked with concern in his voice?
"Nope, Chris only turns two once he should be here," she smiled at the little boy safe and happy in his much older brother's metal arm. Over the past two years, Jubilee had been like a mother to the boy, and nursemaid to a brooding Scott Summers.
"I thought he was getting better," Cable's voice darkened?
"He was, last week I hardly saw Chris, between taking walks, going to the movies, and just playin' around Scott had him," she crossed her arm and pouted. Cable only shock his head, he stiffled a laugh. She'd been good to his family since Jean died, she'd lost her own team, the Professor, and some how the little firecracker had single handed stopped the X-Men, and namely Scott Summers from exploding, he was greatful to say the least.
He turned the baby over to her, closing his eyes for a minute, he felt his way to his father's mind. The library, Scott was in the library.
She handed the birthday boy back to his brother and charged off, "Don't you want to take him, it may help your case," Cable yelled after her?
"Not with the language I'm gonna use," she shot back. Cable looked over at Kurt who'd witness the whole thing and they both laughted.
"Look out Scotty, hell hath no fury like an angry Jubilee," Cable whispered. Beast had also heard the exchange and took of for the library.
"SCOTT, damn it..." her voice echoed through out the great book-lined room. She recieved no answer. She finally found him daydreaming in a lounge chair towards the back.
Over the past two years, Jubilee had come to know the pain and guilt that lived on Scott's face. The pain from losing his wife, the guilt from being the one who killed her. It was there when he came down for breakfast, it was there when he excused himself for bed after dinner. This face was new to her,it had started to emerge only a few eeks ago, he looked simply lost. No pain, no guilt, just something odd and distant. It didn't matter, he had a responsibility to be at his son's party and this year he was going to be there.
"Hey, Cyke," she stormed towards him," your son needs you!"
"Chris fine with you and Cable," he returned with little emotion. Before he could turn his head to look at her, his face had been soundly and impressively slapped.
She almost knocked off his visor," What the ..."
"Look Pal, I have tried real hard with you, but your son needs YOU, not me, not Cable, not Storm, he NEEDS his father," her breathing was heavy, her fist clinched. If not for the respect she once had for him she would have cleaned the floor with his face.
Scott sat looking dazed, *she was right* he thought. The spot she'd slapped redened, she wanted just to let it hurt, she just couldn't. "I am sorry," she said sworely as she rubbed his cheek. He took her hand into his and kissed the back of it.
"Thanks J," he said in the calm voice she'd not heard for two years, his real voice. She smiled and yanked at him. "Come on Summers, I got your favorite ice cream," she pulled at him, but he would not budge. *Not this again* she thought fearing he'd relapsed into his guilt mode. She turned to face him and he was smiling at her like he was the devil. She stared at him for a long moment, too long of a moment, his face relaxed and he returned her soft gaze. She sighed and they both left the library hand in hand.
Hank came from out of the library office, having witnessed the scene. His mind travelled back to a night three years ago when a young woman fell down the stares and awoke him to a small piece of a greater knowledge. He had wondered many night's since Jean's death, would his friend still be here if he had told them everything about Elizabeth? Most likely not, he reasoned. The attacks had been planned by a Mastermold unit looking to kill off the X-Men. It would have hunted Jean and the others down anyway? Jean's rage had distoryed the Mastermold Sentinal during the battle.
He went over to the window and watched as friends and loved ones sang happy birthday to the youngest in the Summers' clan. Jubilee stood off to the side until Scott and Cable dragged her up next to the birthday boy and all four of them blew out the candles. The crowd cheered.
An odd smile graced his lips, he'd made the right choice by keeping "Elizabeth"s secret to himself. Looking out again, he caught an exchange of long and sweet glances between Jubilee and Scott; he knew it would only be a matter of time before they'd be singing Happy Birthday to Elizabeth.
Warning, violence.
The slipstream 3
"Two broken ribs, a punctured lung,..... massive blood loss, multiple concussions, a compound fracture in her right arm, and..." Hank stopped himself from reading of Jubilee's injuries. The team only sat in a morbid silence, there were a few gasps for air in fleeting attempts to gain control of flaming emotions.
"As for the other children I will have to complete a full..." he could not say it, not with Sam Guthrie sitting only a few feet away from him. The word autopsy, would not even form in his mind," a Full examination, to determine..what ," Hank's vocabulary left him.
"Thank you Beast," the Professor could no longer watch his friend and comrad suffer through his section of the briefing.
"This is what we know," Scott stood stone faced trying not to be overpowered by what he had to say, reserve, he had to remain reserved.
"At 0720 hours this morning we received a distress call from the Massachuetts Academy sent by Monet St. Croix," he paused at her name, her's had been the first body he found, slumped over the security control panel in the basement of the school."We were informed that the school was being attacked by four Sentinals." The room remained quiet, for those who had been there to witness the carnage this was a return to hell, for those who had not, this was an unwanted visit there.
"We lost communications with the school at 0721 hours this morning and upon our arrival we discovered that students codenamed Skin, M,Chamber, Penance, Artie, Leech, and Synch had been..., were causalties of the assualt. Banshee is still missing. Emma Frost, Jubilation Lee and Paige Guthrie were the only survivors. Emma and Paige's conditions were dire, Jubilation had lost a great deal of blood, but was still conscience." With that Scott glanced up at Sam, the poor man's head was almost between his knees, he quietly sobbed as Meltdown tried to comfort him.
"When we arrived three sentinals seemed to be distoryed and according to Jubilee the largest one ran off in a northerly direction. After surveying the house and grounds, one of the sentinals reactivated and targetted Logan, at that point Jubilation positioned herself..." Logan rose, grunted and stormed out. Scott stopped speaking until the man left the room," she positioned herself in front of Logan and fired a rather strong plasmic blast, but the Sentinal was able to return fire and she recieved the full blunt of the blast." He held his head up almost proud.
" Emma 'left' us on the way here, Paige shortly after we arrived, Jubilee is in medlab her condition is at best critical. We don't know who sent the Sentinals or if they are, again, under direction from a Mastermold unit. If we hear anything else you will be informed, until then keep a heads up, people." The group began to scatter.
Storm, Kitty, and Peter were the first to leave, Sam and Meltdown just sat there, Remy and Rogue joined them in an attempt to calm the poor boy down. Hank muttered something about contacting Bishop, to the Professor and they left. "I Have to call Warren," Betsy whispered to Scott, "He'll want to know."
Jean walked over to her husband and embraced him in her arms. "Scott, it's going to be..."
"BOOOOOOOMMMMMMM," the loudest explotion either of them had ever heard rocked the house. They looked at each other and the same dreaded thought filled them, the Sentinals had come for them.
Jean and Scott ran from the room, Kitty and Peter were laying on the floor trying to get their barings. There were sounds of footsteps and yelling, Jean could hear Wolverine grawling for all he was worth.
Fires had started to break out. "CHRISTIAN!" Jean's heart raced, she had to get to her son. She looked at Scott, "Go," he yelled back to her and disappeared in the smoke and choas.
She'd made it to the second floor nursery, Hank was coming out with the child safely in his arms," They need you Jean,as soon as I have secured him in Medlab and checked on Jubilee, I will join you," Her face was twisted with fear and angst, but she agreed. Hank quickly vanished in the thick smoke. She trusted Hank to protect him, but for peace of mind she locked onto her son telepathicly.
As she arrived outside there were four Sentinals, two were little more than scrap metal, Wolverine was battle dancing with the third and the rest of the team was dealing with the forth and largest. Storm had left the battle, the house was on fire, she hovered above it. Dark rain clouds quickly filled the once empty summer night sky and rain seemed to swallow the house.
Joining Scott's side Jean watch Logan make short work of his Sentinal. He was angry, they all were. Wolverine's victim spun on it's only leg and haphazardly fired a shot toward the house. The wing of the mansion that housed med lab exploded in a brilliant red flash. Jean's heart almost jumped out her body, she could no longer feel the baby. She scanned the house, she could no longer feel any of them.
"AAAAAHHHHHHHHH," her voice cut through to everyone, even the enraged Logan. She fell to her knees craddling her head. Scott ran into the house, but the fire was too strong, too hot. He could go no further than the foyer before he passed out. Storm instensified her efforts to put out the fire.
The Professor who had been thrown from his hover chair during the battle tried to crawl towards Jean. He could feel the walls in her mind falling, the same walls every human being puts up to keep their more Neanderthal instincts in check. Rage, hate, loss of self control. The walls that held them in check for her were gone...only the Dark Pheonix remained. She extended a fire talon towards both sentinals and they exploded into dime size pieces. X-Men scattered everywhere trying to avoid the fallout.
In a fire flash of light the rest of Jean's body ignited into the hellish firebird. *Betsy,* the Professor called to the ninja Psylocke who was frozen with fear at the sight of this evil reborn. *Betsy, something has happened to Christian, Jean has lost control, we must help her regain it*, he ordered. Still terrorified Betsy linked with Charles and they attempted to invade Jean's distructive psyche.
She laughted as she realized that they were there, trying to violate her mind. She sent out a psychic wave, instantly ripping both Betsy and Charles' minds to shred.
The sounds of sirens filled the air, ten police cars pulled up in front of the mansion. Like ants, the officers exited their cars and took defensive positions. They'd received calls about giant robots flying this way, nothing about a firewoman.
Again she laughted, she reached out with a talon and the gathering of police exploded.
"Ah, Jeannie, wha'cha have to go an do that fer," Logan mournfully muttered.
Storm turned her attentions on Jean, a lightening bolt struck the Pheonix, but she seemed unaffected. She only turned and telekenticly flung Ororo against a large tree some distance away. Remy, Rogue, and Cannonball attempted to charge her, but she shooed them away like bothersome flies. They had distracted her enough for Peter Rasputin to launch Logan at her. With claws extended he slashed her in the back. She screamed and fell from the sky like a comet. Logan landed in front of her and took a defensive stance,"Don't make me do this Jeannie," he gruffed.
"Don't make you do what, die," the haunting voice made his throat go dry. She raised a flaming hand in his direction. It was then that a white vortex appeared between them, Gateway stood in front of the Dark Pheonix defiantly, Jubilee and the baby lay still on the ground behind him with Beast attending to them.
She backed away from Gateway, powering down to an orange glow she stared at the broken and bandaged eighteen year old and the sleeping infant.
The evil laughter filled her, the Pheonix was in complete control. The flames around her ignited once more, she rose into the air and began to reach a talon down toward Jubilee and the baby. "NOOO," Rogue screamed as she tried to get to her feet. Logan charged forward, he'd planned on returning the favor Jubilee had done for him earlier and block the shot, but before he could, the woman stiffened. "AHHHHHH!" her painful wail threw Logan off balance and he tripped to the ground. A red beam emerged from her chest, punching it's way from the back of her body. Logan followed the beam to it's origins, the doorway of the house, Scott Summers' ruby quartz visor.
The fire glow around Jean blinked into oblivion and she fell to the ground with a dull thud. The hole in her chest was not bleeding, the laser blast had cauterized the wound when it was made. Scott walked over to his wife, collecting her up in his arms, he'd noticed her body had already started to grow cold.
Conclusion
"Not today Scott Summers, not today,"Jubilee's face was twisted with rage. She pushed past a sea of party goers and slamed straight into Cable.
"What's your hurry," He said with a smirk," you almost ran me and the kid over." He stood holding Christian, she wanted to laugh when she saw that both he and Chris were wearing brightly colored cone birthday hats.
"I am going to kill, your Father," she said with as much attitude as she could muster.
"He didn't show for the party," Cable asked with concern in his voice?
"Nope, Chris only turns two once he should be here," she smiled at the little boy safe and happy in his much older brother's metal arm. Over the past two years, Jubilee had been like a mother to the boy, and nursemaid to a brooding Scott Summers.
"I thought he was getting better," Cable's voice darkened?
"He was, last week I hardly saw Chris, between taking walks, going to the movies, and just playin' around Scott had him," she crossed her arm and pouted. Cable only shock his head, he stiffled a laugh. She'd been good to his family since Jean died, she'd lost her own team, the Professor, and some how the little firecracker had single handed stopped the X-Men, and namely Scott Summers from exploding, he was greatful to say the least.
He turned the baby over to her, closing his eyes for a minute, he felt his way to his father's mind. The library, Scott was in the library.
She handed the birthday boy back to his brother and charged off, "Don't you want to take him, it may help your case," Cable yelled after her?
"Not with the language I'm gonna use," she shot back. Cable looked over at Kurt who'd witness the whole thing and they both laughted.
"Look out Scotty, hell hath no fury like an angry Jubilee," Cable whispered. Beast had also heard the exchange and took of for the library.
"SCOTT, damn it..." her voice echoed through out the great book-lined room. She recieved no answer. She finally found him daydreaming in a lounge chair towards the back.
Over the past two years, Jubilee had come to know the pain and guilt that lived on Scott's face. The pain from losing his wife, the guilt from being the one who killed her. It was there when he came down for breakfast, it was there when he excused himself for bed after dinner. This face was new to her,it had started to emerge only a few eeks ago, he looked simply lost. No pain, no guilt, just something odd and distant. It didn't matter, he had a responsibility to be at his son's party and this year he was going to be there.
"Hey, Cyke," she stormed towards him," your son needs you!"
"Chris fine with you and Cable," he returned with little emotion. Before he could turn his head to look at her, his face had been soundly and impressively slapped.
She almost knocked off his visor," What the ..."
"Look Pal, I have tried real hard with you, but your son needs YOU, not me, not Cable, not Storm, he NEEDS his father," her breathing was heavy, her fist clinched. If not for the respect she once had for him she would have cleaned the floor with his face.
Scott sat looking dazed, *she was right* he thought. The spot she'd slapped redened, she wanted just to let it hurt, she just couldn't. "I am sorry," she said sworely as she rubbed his cheek. He took her hand into his and kissed the back of it.
"Thanks J," he said in the calm voice she'd not heard for two years, his real voice. She smiled and yanked at him. "Come on Summers, I got your favorite ice cream," she pulled at him, but he would not budge. *Not this again* she thought fearing he'd relapsed into his guilt mode. She turned to face him and he was smiling at her like he was the devil. She stared at him for a long moment, too long of a moment, his face relaxed and he returned her soft gaze. She sighed and they both left the library hand in hand.
Hank came from out of the library office, having witnessed the scene. His mind travelled back to a night three years ago when a young woman fell down the stares and awoke him to a small piece of a greater knowledge. He had wondered many night's since Jean's death, would his friend still be here if he had told them everything about Elizabeth? Most likely not, he reasoned. The attacks had been planned by a Mastermold unit looking to kill off the X-Men. It would have hunted Jean and the others down anyway? Jean's rage had distoryed the Mastermold Sentinal during the battle.
He went over to the window and watched as friends and loved ones sang happy birthday to the youngest in the Summers' clan. Jubilee stood off to the side until Scott and Cable dragged her up next to the birthday boy and all four of them blew out the candles. The crowd cheered.
An odd smile graced his lips, he'd made the right choice by keeping "Elizabeth"s secret to himself. Looking out again, he caught an exchange of long and sweet glances between Jubilee and Scott; he knew it would only be a matter of time before they'd be singing Happy Birthday to Elizabeth.