"Jean, slow down! It's great that you can telepathically convince every cop that you run into not to give you a speeding ticket, but does that mean that you have to do 120mph?" Cyke asked with white knuckles gripping the dashboard.
"Yes. It's not just Logan this time. Now Jubilee is in trouble too. The faster we get to them the better. Having a couple of miniature mutants running around is probably not the best idea in the world."
"Neither is getting into a wreck at 120."
SKREEEECH
"We're here."
{Kurt, Scott and I have arrived. Where are you?}
{On a bench under a tree just past the row of drinking fountains.}
{Kurt, how are they?}
{Relax Jean they are alright. Jubilee has already begun to shrink.}
{How much?}
{Quite quickly I'm afraid. It's probably due to her proximity to Logan, who in turn seems to be growing more slowly due to his constant exposure to her as she continues to eminate the radiation he passed on to her.}
{We will have to separate them. They will not be happy about that.} Jean frowned. {How small is she?}
{No bigger than Logan.}
Just as he responded Jean and Scott emerged around a hedged corner. Jean took one look at the pair sleeping in each other's arms cradled carefully in Kurt's hands and said, "On the bright side, we can sneak them both out of here in my purse."
"I'll take Logan," offered Scott.
Even with his red-glasses on, Jean wasn't fooled by the good attitude of her fiancé. She bet he had a mischievous spark in his eyes. His mind, although he tried his best to hide his thoughts, screamed of the fun he would have to *handle* a miniature Wolverine.
"Kurt will take Logan. And you, carry Jubilee," decided Jean.
After a long minute at debating the ways to carry everyone securely, it was determined that... there was no solution. Kurt and Scott didn't have to get back in the car, and to spare any more problems, it was decided that Jean would drive back with Wolverine and Jubilee. Scott argued, but Jean was the one to finally have to drive, in case there was a medical emergency.
********
Being stuck in a traffic jam wasn't planned. Not at all. But it made the way back to the mansion a bit longer... which made Jean starting to shrink! By the time the traffic jam dissolved, her feet couldn't reach the pedals anymore.
Jubilee was sleeping on the back seat, still shrinking. Although slowly. Wolverine was on the passenger seat, and the frustrated shrieks from Jean woke him up.
"Red, what are ye waitin' fer?" he growled, realizing the car wasn't moving.
"Logan, I... I can't..."
Logan's eyes melted, thinking she was talking about something personal. "I know, Jeannie. I can live with it. You know..."
"Not THAT, Logan! I can't reach the pedals!" she yelled.
"Ok, Red. I'll get the pedals. You tell me what to do," and Logan was already moving - or rather, struggling - to his "battle station", at Jean's feet.
"That's ridiculous, Logan," remarked Jean.
"I know. Let's move," ordered Logan.
********
They finally arrived at the mansion, and that, without a scratch on the car. Jean's telekinetic abilities had indeed made it easier to avoid other moving objects.
In the process, Logan had to cope with some vicious kicks from Jean as she reacted on reflex, especially on the breaks.
That wasn't THE problem.
No, the problem was standing by the driveway, obviously infuriated. It was dressed in white, but it wasn't Storm. It had murderous eyes.
It was Emma Frost.
"Yes. It's not just Logan this time. Now Jubilee is in trouble too. The faster we get to them the better. Having a couple of miniature mutants running around is probably not the best idea in the world."
"Neither is getting into a wreck at 120."
SKREEEECH
"We're here."
{Kurt, Scott and I have arrived. Where are you?}
{On a bench under a tree just past the row of drinking fountains.}
{Kurt, how are they?}
{Relax Jean they are alright. Jubilee has already begun to shrink.}
{How much?}
{Quite quickly I'm afraid. It's probably due to her proximity to Logan, who in turn seems to be growing more slowly due to his constant exposure to her as she continues to eminate the radiation he passed on to her.}
{We will have to separate them. They will not be happy about that.} Jean frowned. {How small is she?}
{No bigger than Logan.}
Just as he responded Jean and Scott emerged around a hedged corner. Jean took one look at the pair sleeping in each other's arms cradled carefully in Kurt's hands and said, "On the bright side, we can sneak them both out of here in my purse."
"I'll take Logan," offered Scott.
Even with his red-glasses on, Jean wasn't fooled by the good attitude of her fiancé. She bet he had a mischievous spark in his eyes. His mind, although he tried his best to hide his thoughts, screamed of the fun he would have to *handle* a miniature Wolverine.
"Kurt will take Logan. And you, carry Jubilee," decided Jean.
After a long minute at debating the ways to carry everyone securely, it was determined that... there was no solution. Kurt and Scott didn't have to get back in the car, and to spare any more problems, it was decided that Jean would drive back with Wolverine and Jubilee. Scott argued, but Jean was the one to finally have to drive, in case there was a medical emergency.
********
Being stuck in a traffic jam wasn't planned. Not at all. But it made the way back to the mansion a bit longer... which made Jean starting to shrink! By the time the traffic jam dissolved, her feet couldn't reach the pedals anymore.
Jubilee was sleeping on the back seat, still shrinking. Although slowly. Wolverine was on the passenger seat, and the frustrated shrieks from Jean woke him up.
"Red, what are ye waitin' fer?" he growled, realizing the car wasn't moving.
"Logan, I... I can't..."
Logan's eyes melted, thinking she was talking about something personal. "I know, Jeannie. I can live with it. You know..."
"Not THAT, Logan! I can't reach the pedals!" she yelled.
"Ok, Red. I'll get the pedals. You tell me what to do," and Logan was already moving - or rather, struggling - to his "battle station", at Jean's feet.
"That's ridiculous, Logan," remarked Jean.
"I know. Let's move," ordered Logan.
********
They finally arrived at the mansion, and that, without a scratch on the car. Jean's telekinetic abilities had indeed made it easier to avoid other moving objects.
In the process, Logan had to cope with some vicious kicks from Jean as she reacted on reflex, especially on the breaks.
That wasn't THE problem.
No, the problem was standing by the driveway, obviously infuriated. It was dressed in white, but it wasn't Storm. It had murderous eyes.
It was Emma Frost.