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On a personal note, had an interesting morning...I'm diabetic and I had an attack this morning. I went really low and passed out..mom said I convulsed in my sleep. Had to go to the hospital, but I'm OK now ~! ^-^ Anyweyz enuff about me lol go enjoy the story~and PS I loooove reviews makes me work fasta * hint hint wink wink * so..u know wut to do lol
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Logan lifted his face from his hands as a muffled yelp caught his attention.
He peered into the dark room beyond the cell, trying to make out the dark blurs of movements that came from the corner of the empty space.
Footsteps echoed throughout the structure as whoever it was made their way to the X-men's enclosure.
The figure paused at the bars, and he made out the features of Rogue's blonde haired enemy, the dark clad Carol Danvers.
His lip curled back of its own accord and he felt a growl reverberate through his figure.
"You bitch, if you so much as touched Rogue...." He snarled almost inaudibly to Carol.
Carol shook her head.
"Logan, it's me!" Rogue hissed as she morphed back to her own form.
Logan's eyes widened.
"You're Mystique!" He felt the hackles on his neck rise.
"No, Logan! Smell me!" She held out her arm.
Logan growled but lowered his head to the extended hand and took a deep sniff.
Satisfied, he looked back at her face.
"Rogue?" He asked.
She nodded.
"It's me, shugah, ah touched Mystique, is all."
He looked outraged.
"You touched Mystique?! You got that bitch in your head?!"
Rogue frowned.
"That's not a naice thing 't say, shugah," She said disapprovingly.
Logan laughed softly.
"After what she did, nothin's too bad 't say 'bout her, darlin'."
Rogue's eyes narrowed.
"What did she do t' yah?"
Logan opened his mouth then shut it quickly.
~I can't tell her what she did,~ He thought.
"Uhh-er---it's too personal." He stammered, a blush rising.
Rogue cast him an odd look but didn't pursue the subject.
"Now c'mon shugah, ah gotta get yah outta here."
She wrenched at the bars.
"Dammnit---they must be made of adamantium!" She huffed as she let go.
He didn't answer, too busy looking at the top of the bars.
"Logan, shugah, get your head outta the clouds an' help me out here!"
Logan pointed to where he was looking.
"No---look---the top part---it's made of wood!"
Rogue glanced up.
"Why so it is, shugah. Good thinkin'."
She rose up into the air and smashed through the wooden portion of the top with a well-aimed fist, flying backwards to avoid the metal bars as they clanged to the ground.
Her first instinct was to throw herself into Logan's arms, but in a confused moment she remembered her engagement to Remy, making her back off a step.
"Ah...." She said, seeing the hurt look on his face.
"Rogue....I shoulda told yah before...I..."
She watched his eyes as he struggled to tell her, losing herself in the hazel depths, barely noticing when her body swayed into his.
"....I...."
His hands where wandering up and down her back, exploring her under her jacket through the stretch of her red and green uniform.
"I-"
"Rogue!"
Rogue and Logan sprang apart as Scott's voice cut through their oblivion.
Logan scowled as Rogue saluted Cyclops with a grin.
"Hey Cyke, Rogue reporting for duty!" She said jokingly as Scott rolled his eyes behind his visor.
"Rogue!" Remy called, rushing to his fiancée and scooping her into a hug.
"Are you okay cher? Did de little one come?"
Rogue smoothed a smile over her initial confusion.
"Ah'm just fine, an' yeah, he came all raight!"
Remy kissed her hair-covered head.
"Have you named de petite, cher?"
Rogue let out an inaudible sigh and glanced over at Logan.
"Yeah ah did. His name's Ryan."
Logan gave a small smile to her from the sidelines, watching her longingly as she told Remy about her son.
~My son, too,~ He thought, awed by the realization. ~I'm a dad.~
Scott cleared his throat.
"Okay, here's the plan---Jean, Wolverine, Rogue : you're with me ; Psylocke, Gambit, Colossus : you're with Storm ; Jubilee, Kitty, Iceman : you're with Beast ."
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Logan found it hard to keep his eyes off of the red-and-green spandex clad figure that was Rogue, the mother of his first child.
He fought to keep a straight face as he thought of his newborn son.
The description Rogue had given him made him wish he could just drop all his duties and go meet Ryan right away; but orders where orders.
Rogue caught the stiff look his features had melded themselves into.
"What's wrong, shugah?" She asked, concerned.
Logan couldn't suppress it any longer, and burst out grinning.
"I---just thinkin' bout our son," He said.
Rogue smiled back.
"He's so smahrt, shugah," She said. "He was already talking when ah left."
Logan whistled.
"Well, 't least he has some brains," He said as he scooped her up into his arms.
"Which is more than I can say for his dad."
Rogue laughed and kissed him on his sideburn.
"I was so stupid, Rogue," He said as he pulled back to look into her eyes, unconsciously tightening his arms around her.
Rogue sighed.
"Well, its over and done now, shugah," She said, running a finger down his jaw line.
" T's all watah under the bridge."
"Still-"
/ Sorry to interrupt. But I got a reading---the Scarlet Witch is approaching you. /
Logan jerked his head up.
~Thanks, Jeanie~ He said mentally as he began to sniff the air.
"What's wrong, shugah?"
Logan broke the embrace as he popped a fist of claws.
"Someone's comin'."
Rogue was about to ask how he knew when an explosion occurred right beside where she stood.
They jumped out of the way just in time and scanned the sky, finally spotting the black-haired woman known as the Scarlet Witch.
She took aim and fired another hex bolt, this time hitting Logan in the chest and knocking him down.
"Logan!" Rogue cried.
"I'm fine," He gasped as the world stopped spinning.
Rogue glanced up at the sky and, remembering her newly acquired powers, shot into the air towards the floating daughter of Magneto.
She glowed as she charged for a blast, then, concentrating the flow to her fingertips, let loose a massive explosion of photonic energy.
It clashed against the witch's hex bolt, sending orange and purple sparks flying as the different energies ignited against each other.
Rogue took the opportunity to attack her adversary, ending the battle with a well-placed punch that knocked her unconscious.
She caught her breath before descending back to the ground to help Logan to his feet.
~Three down, six to go,~ She thought with a grin.
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Back on the ground, Storm's team was busy fighting against the other members of the brotherhood.
"Can't catch me I bet, I'm too fast for you," The super-speeds mutant named Quicksilver taunted Remy as he sped around the energy-charging Cajun.
Remy dealt another hand of charged cards at his adversary, gritting his teeth in frustration as they exploded too late.
"Stop de runnin', non, an fight Remy like a man!"
Quicksilver slid to a momentary stop.
"I would if you * were * a man, Gambit!"
Remy had no time to respond as the blurred figure of Quicksilver charged him at the speed of sound.
He shut his eyes for the inventible collision, but soon opened them as he still stood, and watched in amazement at the suspended figure of his opponent that hung from the air.
"Remy!"
He glanced over to see his teammate Betsy Braddock, aka Psylocke, holding her hands to her head in deep concentration.
"Don't just stand there, hit him!" She yelled, her voice wavering with strain.
"I can't hold him forever!"
Remy shook his head and charged the card in his hand, feeling the rush of power being released as the card began to glow.
Before it could explode, he hurled it at the telekinetically supported speed demon, watching it detonate against his silver-haired opponent.
"Der, dat take care of dat, * mon ami *," He mumbled as Psylocke dropped the charred figure to the ground.
He looked up to the skies at the white-haired white-clad figure of the weather witch known as Storm as his radio crackled.
"Storm to Gambit. Gambit, do you read?" Said the pleasantly low-toned voice with an African accent.
"Loud an clear, cher."
"One of the brotherhood members known as the Blob is heading our way. Prepare yourselves!"
Three cards appeared in Remy's hand, almost as if by magic.
"All ready, cher, bring 'em on!"
He heard Psylocke gasp as the thousand pound scale-breaker appeared.
"God, he's huge!"
Remy nodded in agreement as the cards began to sizzle under his fingers.
Suddenly, the ground began to rumble beneath their feet, making the stunned X-men lose their balance and fall to their knees.
"What the hell was-"
A much smaller figure stepped out from behind the mountain of flesh with a grin as he held his hands out before him, making the earth quake.
"The name's Avalanche, X-geeks!"
He pounded the pavement with his foot for emphasis, making the buildings wobble as the ground beneath them moved.
"Somebody stop him!" Cried Psylocke as she lost her footing.
Remy let fly a set of kinetically charged projectiles at the mutant who had proclaimed himself as Avalanche, who used his teammate as a body shield.
Remy's eyes widened as they bounced off the blob with no effect.
"Holy!" He said, unbelieving.
"Dat was enough to make de whole school go boom-boom!"
Psylocke didn't answer as she closed her eyes in concentration.
A moment later, Avalanche let out a cry and fell to his knees, clutching his head as Psylocke detonated a mental grenade in his mind.
"Good work, petite!" Remy said as the earth shaking-mutant passed out, leaving them with one less enemy to fight for their freedom.
"Can you get de fat one too?"
Psylocke struggled to answer him as she concentrated on shutting down the mind of the massive brotherhood member.
"I...don't know....maybe if we....all try...we can...where's....Peter...?"
Remy shrugged and spoke into his communicator.
"Peter! Mon ami, we could use a bit of your help!"
All that met their ears was static.
"Dey must have gotten Peter," Said Remy as he glanced back at Psylocke.
"Alright.....then....get Storm's....help...."
Remy pressed a button on the circular 'X' disk that sat like a wristwatch around his wrist.
"Storm! We need your help...we try to defeat de blob! Combine our efforts...."
"Alright, Gambit, just give me a moment to take position..."
He watched as the weather witch floated down and hovered above Blob, who was taking slow steps forward, struggling against Psylocke's mental attack.
"Lightning! Strike this overgrown blob senseless!"
A bolt of white electricity left the goddess's fingers and danced around the enormous mutant's frame.
"Gambit! Your cards!"
Remy charged another set of cards before flinging them at the reeling mound of fat and muscle, covering his singed opponent in explosions.
Psylocke gathered the last of her strength and set off one of her signature mind bombs in the Blob's fat-coated brain, making him collapse at last as the mental explosion wiped him out.
"We did it, cher!" Remy said, running to his friend as she sunk to the ground in exhaustion.
"Uhhhh....." She moaned.
The white-haired goddess of the elements descended gracefully to the ground beside them, her cloaks and arm attachments floating around her as she rushed to her teammate's aid.
"Will you be alright, child?" She asked, concerned.
"I think...so....it's just a headache...."
Storm sighed in relief.
"I can help you, child," She said, her eyes turning white as she placed a hand to Psylocke's forehead.
"Frost, soothe the fiery ache in my friend's head!"
A patch of frost sparkled from Storm's fingertips and onto Psylocke's head, numbing the dull pain.
"Thanks," Psylocke said as her friend helped her to her feet.
"It is no trouble, child. I have done it many times for Jean. Come, we must find Peter."
Psylocke nodded and followed the weather witch and the Cajun thief as they proceeded to search for their giant Russian friend.
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"This is so boring. Like, what are we here for anyway?"
Jubilee whined as she picked at a spot on her glove.
"Jubes! How could you ask a question like that?!" Kitty sighed at her friend's stupidity.
"We were like kidnapped and now we've got to fight our way out, you dummy!"
Jubilee looked embarrassed.
"Oh yeah, heh, guess I-umm- forgot?"
Kitty rolled her eyes and smacked her forehead.
~Sometimes I can't believe I'm friends with her,~ She thought as she watched the yellow-clad Jubilee shoot off a series of paffs into the air.
"Okay, so like, Hank, when are the evil dudes gonna show up?"
Beast smiled a little at Jubilee's chosen phrasing.
"Jubilation, I must remind you that on missions you are to refer to me as 'Beast'."
Jubilee popped her gum.
"Okay, sorry, Beast. Now like, dude, where the heck are these baddies?"
Beast was about to reply when a voice beat him to it.
/// Right here, Jubilation. ///
Jubilee gasped and nearly choked on her massive wad of bubblegum.
"Oh my god! Like, who's in my head?!"
Kitty gave Jubilee an odd look.
"Ummm.....this is just a suggestion Jubes but maybe it's your long-absent brain?"
Jubilee shook her head, her face white with terror.
"No! I-ahh---no---don't---"
She clutched her head and let out an ear-splitting scream, the pain becoming too much for the yellow-loving Asian teenager to handle.
"Jubilation?" Beast asked, concern spreading over his blue-furred animalistic features.
Jubilee fell to her knees in answer.
"Oh dear...." He said, rushing over to where the normally bubbly Jubilee sat droopily on the ground.
She was shaking as the pain subsided.
"It...hurt...so much..." She said, beginning to cry.
"Where are you hurt, Jubilation?" Asked Beast.
"In...in here," She sobbed, pointing at her temple.
Beast stood up.
"Team, I do believe the Brotherhood has made their first move. We must prepare ourselves for battle."
Icy laughter floated on the air from behind him.
"You wouldn't know preparation if it hit you in the face, Beast,"
Beast turned to face Emma Frost and her companion.
"Are you suggesting that I am incompetent, Ms. Frost? Pray tell."
Emma smoothed a smile over her perfect features.
"You're a fool, Henry McCoy," She said, her tone so chilling that it sent a shiver down the blue-furred Beast's back.
"And my duty is to kill fools. Goodbye, McCoy, it's a pity that you can never finish finding a solution to Rogue's skin now."
Beast felt the world go blank before his eyes as some more primal instinct took control.
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On a personal note, had an interesting morning...I'm diabetic and I had an attack this morning. I went really low and passed out..mom said I convulsed in my sleep. Had to go to the hospital, but I'm OK now ~! ^-^ Anyweyz enuff about me lol go enjoy the story~and PS I loooove reviews makes me work fasta * hint hint wink wink * so..u know wut to do lol
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Logan lifted his face from his hands as a muffled yelp caught his attention.
He peered into the dark room beyond the cell, trying to make out the dark blurs of movements that came from the corner of the empty space.
Footsteps echoed throughout the structure as whoever it was made their way to the X-men's enclosure.
The figure paused at the bars, and he made out the features of Rogue's blonde haired enemy, the dark clad Carol Danvers.
His lip curled back of its own accord and he felt a growl reverberate through his figure.
"You bitch, if you so much as touched Rogue...." He snarled almost inaudibly to Carol.
Carol shook her head.
"Logan, it's me!" Rogue hissed as she morphed back to her own form.
Logan's eyes widened.
"You're Mystique!" He felt the hackles on his neck rise.
"No, Logan! Smell me!" She held out her arm.
Logan growled but lowered his head to the extended hand and took a deep sniff.
Satisfied, he looked back at her face.
"Rogue?" He asked.
She nodded.
"It's me, shugah, ah touched Mystique, is all."
He looked outraged.
"You touched Mystique?! You got that bitch in your head?!"
Rogue frowned.
"That's not a naice thing 't say, shugah," She said disapprovingly.
Logan laughed softly.
"After what she did, nothin's too bad 't say 'bout her, darlin'."
Rogue's eyes narrowed.
"What did she do t' yah?"
Logan opened his mouth then shut it quickly.
~I can't tell her what she did,~ He thought.
"Uhh-er---it's too personal." He stammered, a blush rising.
Rogue cast him an odd look but didn't pursue the subject.
"Now c'mon shugah, ah gotta get yah outta here."
She wrenched at the bars.
"Dammnit---they must be made of adamantium!" She huffed as she let go.
He didn't answer, too busy looking at the top of the bars.
"Logan, shugah, get your head outta the clouds an' help me out here!"
Logan pointed to where he was looking.
"No---look---the top part---it's made of wood!"
Rogue glanced up.
"Why so it is, shugah. Good thinkin'."
She rose up into the air and smashed through the wooden portion of the top with a well-aimed fist, flying backwards to avoid the metal bars as they clanged to the ground.
Her first instinct was to throw herself into Logan's arms, but in a confused moment she remembered her engagement to Remy, making her back off a step.
"Ah...." She said, seeing the hurt look on his face.
"Rogue....I shoulda told yah before...I..."
She watched his eyes as he struggled to tell her, losing herself in the hazel depths, barely noticing when her body swayed into his.
"....I...."
His hands where wandering up and down her back, exploring her under her jacket through the stretch of her red and green uniform.
"I-"
"Rogue!"
Rogue and Logan sprang apart as Scott's voice cut through their oblivion.
Logan scowled as Rogue saluted Cyclops with a grin.
"Hey Cyke, Rogue reporting for duty!" She said jokingly as Scott rolled his eyes behind his visor.
"Rogue!" Remy called, rushing to his fiancée and scooping her into a hug.
"Are you okay cher? Did de little one come?"
Rogue smoothed a smile over her initial confusion.
"Ah'm just fine, an' yeah, he came all raight!"
Remy kissed her hair-covered head.
"Have you named de petite, cher?"
Rogue let out an inaudible sigh and glanced over at Logan.
"Yeah ah did. His name's Ryan."
Logan gave a small smile to her from the sidelines, watching her longingly as she told Remy about her son.
~My son, too,~ He thought, awed by the realization. ~I'm a dad.~
Scott cleared his throat.
"Okay, here's the plan---Jean, Wolverine, Rogue : you're with me ; Psylocke, Gambit, Colossus : you're with Storm ; Jubilee, Kitty, Iceman : you're with Beast ."
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Logan found it hard to keep his eyes off of the red-and-green spandex clad figure that was Rogue, the mother of his first child.
He fought to keep a straight face as he thought of his newborn son.
The description Rogue had given him made him wish he could just drop all his duties and go meet Ryan right away; but orders where orders.
Rogue caught the stiff look his features had melded themselves into.
"What's wrong, shugah?" She asked, concerned.
Logan couldn't suppress it any longer, and burst out grinning.
"I---just thinkin' bout our son," He said.
Rogue smiled back.
"He's so smahrt, shugah," She said. "He was already talking when ah left."
Logan whistled.
"Well, 't least he has some brains," He said as he scooped her up into his arms.
"Which is more than I can say for his dad."
Rogue laughed and kissed him on his sideburn.
"I was so stupid, Rogue," He said as he pulled back to look into her eyes, unconsciously tightening his arms around her.
Rogue sighed.
"Well, its over and done now, shugah," She said, running a finger down his jaw line.
" T's all watah under the bridge."
"Still-"
/ Sorry to interrupt. But I got a reading---the Scarlet Witch is approaching you. /
Logan jerked his head up.
~Thanks, Jeanie~ He said mentally as he began to sniff the air.
"What's wrong, shugah?"
Logan broke the embrace as he popped a fist of claws.
"Someone's comin'."
Rogue was about to ask how he knew when an explosion occurred right beside where she stood.
They jumped out of the way just in time and scanned the sky, finally spotting the black-haired woman known as the Scarlet Witch.
She took aim and fired another hex bolt, this time hitting Logan in the chest and knocking him down.
"Logan!" Rogue cried.
"I'm fine," He gasped as the world stopped spinning.
Rogue glanced up at the sky and, remembering her newly acquired powers, shot into the air towards the floating daughter of Magneto.
She glowed as she charged for a blast, then, concentrating the flow to her fingertips, let loose a massive explosion of photonic energy.
It clashed against the witch's hex bolt, sending orange and purple sparks flying as the different energies ignited against each other.
Rogue took the opportunity to attack her adversary, ending the battle with a well-placed punch that knocked her unconscious.
She caught her breath before descending back to the ground to help Logan to his feet.
~Three down, six to go,~ She thought with a grin.
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Back on the ground, Storm's team was busy fighting against the other members of the brotherhood.
"Can't catch me I bet, I'm too fast for you," The super-speeds mutant named Quicksilver taunted Remy as he sped around the energy-charging Cajun.
Remy dealt another hand of charged cards at his adversary, gritting his teeth in frustration as they exploded too late.
"Stop de runnin', non, an fight Remy like a man!"
Quicksilver slid to a momentary stop.
"I would if you * were * a man, Gambit!"
Remy had no time to respond as the blurred figure of Quicksilver charged him at the speed of sound.
He shut his eyes for the inventible collision, but soon opened them as he still stood, and watched in amazement at the suspended figure of his opponent that hung from the air.
"Remy!"
He glanced over to see his teammate Betsy Braddock, aka Psylocke, holding her hands to her head in deep concentration.
"Don't just stand there, hit him!" She yelled, her voice wavering with strain.
"I can't hold him forever!"
Remy shook his head and charged the card in his hand, feeling the rush of power being released as the card began to glow.
Before it could explode, he hurled it at the telekinetically supported speed demon, watching it detonate against his silver-haired opponent.
"Der, dat take care of dat, * mon ami *," He mumbled as Psylocke dropped the charred figure to the ground.
He looked up to the skies at the white-haired white-clad figure of the weather witch known as Storm as his radio crackled.
"Storm to Gambit. Gambit, do you read?" Said the pleasantly low-toned voice with an African accent.
"Loud an clear, cher."
"One of the brotherhood members known as the Blob is heading our way. Prepare yourselves!"
Three cards appeared in Remy's hand, almost as if by magic.
"All ready, cher, bring 'em on!"
He heard Psylocke gasp as the thousand pound scale-breaker appeared.
"God, he's huge!"
Remy nodded in agreement as the cards began to sizzle under his fingers.
Suddenly, the ground began to rumble beneath their feet, making the stunned X-men lose their balance and fall to their knees.
"What the hell was-"
A much smaller figure stepped out from behind the mountain of flesh with a grin as he held his hands out before him, making the earth quake.
"The name's Avalanche, X-geeks!"
He pounded the pavement with his foot for emphasis, making the buildings wobble as the ground beneath them moved.
"Somebody stop him!" Cried Psylocke as she lost her footing.
Remy let fly a set of kinetically charged projectiles at the mutant who had proclaimed himself as Avalanche, who used his teammate as a body shield.
Remy's eyes widened as they bounced off the blob with no effect.
"Holy!" He said, unbelieving.
"Dat was enough to make de whole school go boom-boom!"
Psylocke didn't answer as she closed her eyes in concentration.
A moment later, Avalanche let out a cry and fell to his knees, clutching his head as Psylocke detonated a mental grenade in his mind.
"Good work, petite!" Remy said as the earth shaking-mutant passed out, leaving them with one less enemy to fight for their freedom.
"Can you get de fat one too?"
Psylocke struggled to answer him as she concentrated on shutting down the mind of the massive brotherhood member.
"I...don't know....maybe if we....all try...we can...where's....Peter...?"
Remy shrugged and spoke into his communicator.
"Peter! Mon ami, we could use a bit of your help!"
All that met their ears was static.
"Dey must have gotten Peter," Said Remy as he glanced back at Psylocke.
"Alright.....then....get Storm's....help...."
Remy pressed a button on the circular 'X' disk that sat like a wristwatch around his wrist.
"Storm! We need your help...we try to defeat de blob! Combine our efforts...."
"Alright, Gambit, just give me a moment to take position..."
He watched as the weather witch floated down and hovered above Blob, who was taking slow steps forward, struggling against Psylocke's mental attack.
"Lightning! Strike this overgrown blob senseless!"
A bolt of white electricity left the goddess's fingers and danced around the enormous mutant's frame.
"Gambit! Your cards!"
Remy charged another set of cards before flinging them at the reeling mound of fat and muscle, covering his singed opponent in explosions.
Psylocke gathered the last of her strength and set off one of her signature mind bombs in the Blob's fat-coated brain, making him collapse at last as the mental explosion wiped him out.
"We did it, cher!" Remy said, running to his friend as she sunk to the ground in exhaustion.
"Uhhhh....." She moaned.
The white-haired goddess of the elements descended gracefully to the ground beside them, her cloaks and arm attachments floating around her as she rushed to her teammate's aid.
"Will you be alright, child?" She asked, concerned.
"I think...so....it's just a headache...."
Storm sighed in relief.
"I can help you, child," She said, her eyes turning white as she placed a hand to Psylocke's forehead.
"Frost, soothe the fiery ache in my friend's head!"
A patch of frost sparkled from Storm's fingertips and onto Psylocke's head, numbing the dull pain.
"Thanks," Psylocke said as her friend helped her to her feet.
"It is no trouble, child. I have done it many times for Jean. Come, we must find Peter."
Psylocke nodded and followed the weather witch and the Cajun thief as they proceeded to search for their giant Russian friend.
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"This is so boring. Like, what are we here for anyway?"
Jubilee whined as she picked at a spot on her glove.
"Jubes! How could you ask a question like that?!" Kitty sighed at her friend's stupidity.
"We were like kidnapped and now we've got to fight our way out, you dummy!"
Jubilee looked embarrassed.
"Oh yeah, heh, guess I-umm- forgot?"
Kitty rolled her eyes and smacked her forehead.
~Sometimes I can't believe I'm friends with her,~ She thought as she watched the yellow-clad Jubilee shoot off a series of paffs into the air.
"Okay, so like, Hank, when are the evil dudes gonna show up?"
Beast smiled a little at Jubilee's chosen phrasing.
"Jubilation, I must remind you that on missions you are to refer to me as 'Beast'."
Jubilee popped her gum.
"Okay, sorry, Beast. Now like, dude, where the heck are these baddies?"
Beast was about to reply when a voice beat him to it.
/// Right here, Jubilation. ///
Jubilee gasped and nearly choked on her massive wad of bubblegum.
"Oh my god! Like, who's in my head?!"
Kitty gave Jubilee an odd look.
"Ummm.....this is just a suggestion Jubes but maybe it's your long-absent brain?"
Jubilee shook her head, her face white with terror.
"No! I-ahh---no---don't---"
She clutched her head and let out an ear-splitting scream, the pain becoming too much for the yellow-loving Asian teenager to handle.
"Jubilation?" Beast asked, concern spreading over his blue-furred animalistic features.
Jubilee fell to her knees in answer.
"Oh dear...." He said, rushing over to where the normally bubbly Jubilee sat droopily on the ground.
She was shaking as the pain subsided.
"It...hurt...so much..." She said, beginning to cry.
"Where are you hurt, Jubilation?" Asked Beast.
"In...in here," She sobbed, pointing at her temple.
Beast stood up.
"Team, I do believe the Brotherhood has made their first move. We must prepare ourselves for battle."
Icy laughter floated on the air from behind him.
"You wouldn't know preparation if it hit you in the face, Beast,"
Beast turned to face Emma Frost and her companion.
"Are you suggesting that I am incompetent, Ms. Frost? Pray tell."
Emma smoothed a smile over her perfect features.
"You're a fool, Henry McCoy," She said, her tone so chilling that it sent a shiver down the blue-furred Beast's back.
"And my duty is to kill fools. Goodbye, McCoy, it's a pity that you can never finish finding a solution to Rogue's skin now."
Beast felt the world go blank before his eyes as some more primal instinct took control.
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