"Scott, this is not a good idea." Professor Xavier pinched the bridge of
his nose.
"That is what I said professor. I will tell -" before he could continue, the professor interrupted him.
"However, I do believe it necessary. Please inform Jubilee that I will allow her to go only on the provision that she take Gambit with her." He looked up and smiled slightly at Scott.
"Professor, is that wise? We'll be short 3 team members. What happens if someone attacks?"
"There are a few favors I can call in if the need arises. Normally, I would have sent Rogue along with them, but with recent developments, they may not fully concentrate on their young charge. There are, however, a few rules that I will ask of them. Will you please call them? I wish to speak with them personally."
Seconds later, Jubilee came bounding into the room, followed by Gambit. She sat in the chair and looked at the professor. Gambit stood in the back, leaning on a bookshelf.
"Jubilee, I understand the need that you feel to go after Logan, but I must stress the importance of solitude to him." At her protest, he continued quickly, "However," he held up a hand, "I also understand how you feel. That is why I am allowing you to go, as long as Gambit goes with you. Rogue will stay here. There are a few rules that the two of you must abide by." Why am I even bothering, he thought.
"One: if in two weeks, you can find no trace of him, you are to return here. Two: You are to eat at least one healthy meal per day. No matter how much you believe otherwise Jubilee, you cannot persist on junk food alone. Three: one of you is to call the mansion once a day. No exceptions. If one day we do not hear from you, we will send the entire team out to retrieve you and bring you back, whether you're in trouble or not." Jubilee nodded and looked back to the Cajun. He winked at her, and she turned back to the professor, grinning.
"Professor," Cyclops started, "I'm still not sure about this. Something could happen. What if they get separated? What if something happens to Gambit and Jubilee is left alone? There are just too many variables." Jubilee scowled at him, causing Gambit to chuckle quietly. She really was a lot like Wolverine.
"That may be so, Scott, but Jubilee is fifteen. She is old enough to make her own decisions. And I cannot force her to stay here, we both know that. So either she goes without our knowledge, or she goes with our help. I prefer the latter. You two may leave as soon as you're ready." This was all the young girl was waiting for as she leapt up out of her chair. Despite the fact that he was practically leaning against it, she beat Gambit out the door. Obviously she had already packed for the trip, and as Gambit sauntered down the stairs, she was pacing impatiently.
"Come on, Gumbo! We're burnin' daylight!" She grabbed both her bags and stuffed them in the back of the Jeep. There was no way Xavier was letting them take Gambit's bike on the trip.
"Be careful, Swamprat. Y'all both come back in one piece, and bring old Wolverine back with ya." She blew both of them a kiss and retreated back into the house. Gambit was already in the driver's seat when Storm called out for Jubilee. The young girl trotted over to the secluded spot, where Storm handed her a package.
"What is it?"
"It is a traveling cloak from my land. It was only bestowed to those with a high bloodline, and the close friends of those families. I wish you to have mine. It is special, and will offer protection from all the elements." Jubilee unwrapped the package, and pulled out a silk cloak. It shimmered in the light, and seemed to almost change color as the light hit it at different angles.
Jubilee smiled and hugged the Wind Goddess, then climbed into the Jeep, safely tucking the cloak into her bag. The machine roared to life and its two occupants waved goodbye to the fading team.
"Where you tink he go, petite? Japan or Canada?"
"Neither, Gumbo. See, before, he ran to places he knew we would look. I think he wanted to be found. This time he doesn't, so we have to go where he thinks we wouldn't look."
"Where you come up wit dat, petite?"
"Reverse psychology, Gumbo. Prof taught me." She pulled out a small map of the world and began to look.
"Whoa, cherie. Gambit go wit you anywhere, but you tink he went off- continent?"
"Well, it's only been half a day, so he's probably en route. If he was going off-continent, then he would have gone to the closest airport. You got that cell the prof gave ya?" Gambit reluctantly handed her the phone, and she dialed the operator.
"Yes hello, may I have the number for the closest airport to Westchester? Thank you," Jubilee tapped the dashboard as she waited to be connected. "Yes, hello," she said, sounding more adult that Gambit thought she could. "My name is Special Agent Stephanie Tyler with the FBI, badge number D- 5780342." Gambit could see she was holding something, but couldn't make it out.
"We are currently hunting for a suspect, who may or may not have boarded one of your planes earlier in the day. He travels under the name James Logan. Yes, I'll hold." By this time, Gambit had pulled the Jeep to the side of the road and was staring at her like she'd grown a third head. She turned to look at him. "What?" she asked quietly.
Not wanting to ruin it, he gestured to the phone. She covered the mouthpiece and showed him the paper she was holding. It had a name and a badge number on it.
"I got a friend who's this expert hacker. He can get into anywhere. So I asked him to get me a name and badge number," she laughed at his blank expression. "Welcome to the 21st century, Gumbo." She waited a few more seconds as they, presumably, checked out the badge and name, then looked for the passenger.
"Yes? No, do not notify the pilot. He is extremely dangerous, and does not need a weapon to harm or kill anyone. We will call our contacts in Scotland Yard to apprehend him. At what location and time is the flight due in London? Thank you, you have been most helpful." She hung up and punched the air with her fist and let out a whoop. She then rang the mansion.
"Hey, Blue? Could ya get the prof for me? Thanks." A few moments, then, "Professor? We're going to England."
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Ok, I just got a whole new idea for this thing, so it may turn out to be a little longer than I originally planned, but I really don't think y'all mind. Movie Night only has five chapters left, then I can concentrate on this one (If I can EVER finish "The Last Sorcerer." I swear that thing WANTS to be 50 chapters long..I don't get it. Oh well.)
"That is what I said professor. I will tell -" before he could continue, the professor interrupted him.
"However, I do believe it necessary. Please inform Jubilee that I will allow her to go only on the provision that she take Gambit with her." He looked up and smiled slightly at Scott.
"Professor, is that wise? We'll be short 3 team members. What happens if someone attacks?"
"There are a few favors I can call in if the need arises. Normally, I would have sent Rogue along with them, but with recent developments, they may not fully concentrate on their young charge. There are, however, a few rules that I will ask of them. Will you please call them? I wish to speak with them personally."
Seconds later, Jubilee came bounding into the room, followed by Gambit. She sat in the chair and looked at the professor. Gambit stood in the back, leaning on a bookshelf.
"Jubilee, I understand the need that you feel to go after Logan, but I must stress the importance of solitude to him." At her protest, he continued quickly, "However," he held up a hand, "I also understand how you feel. That is why I am allowing you to go, as long as Gambit goes with you. Rogue will stay here. There are a few rules that the two of you must abide by." Why am I even bothering, he thought.
"One: if in two weeks, you can find no trace of him, you are to return here. Two: You are to eat at least one healthy meal per day. No matter how much you believe otherwise Jubilee, you cannot persist on junk food alone. Three: one of you is to call the mansion once a day. No exceptions. If one day we do not hear from you, we will send the entire team out to retrieve you and bring you back, whether you're in trouble or not." Jubilee nodded and looked back to the Cajun. He winked at her, and she turned back to the professor, grinning.
"Professor," Cyclops started, "I'm still not sure about this. Something could happen. What if they get separated? What if something happens to Gambit and Jubilee is left alone? There are just too many variables." Jubilee scowled at him, causing Gambit to chuckle quietly. She really was a lot like Wolverine.
"That may be so, Scott, but Jubilee is fifteen. She is old enough to make her own decisions. And I cannot force her to stay here, we both know that. So either she goes without our knowledge, or she goes with our help. I prefer the latter. You two may leave as soon as you're ready." This was all the young girl was waiting for as she leapt up out of her chair. Despite the fact that he was practically leaning against it, she beat Gambit out the door. Obviously she had already packed for the trip, and as Gambit sauntered down the stairs, she was pacing impatiently.
"Come on, Gumbo! We're burnin' daylight!" She grabbed both her bags and stuffed them in the back of the Jeep. There was no way Xavier was letting them take Gambit's bike on the trip.
"Be careful, Swamprat. Y'all both come back in one piece, and bring old Wolverine back with ya." She blew both of them a kiss and retreated back into the house. Gambit was already in the driver's seat when Storm called out for Jubilee. The young girl trotted over to the secluded spot, where Storm handed her a package.
"What is it?"
"It is a traveling cloak from my land. It was only bestowed to those with a high bloodline, and the close friends of those families. I wish you to have mine. It is special, and will offer protection from all the elements." Jubilee unwrapped the package, and pulled out a silk cloak. It shimmered in the light, and seemed to almost change color as the light hit it at different angles.
Jubilee smiled and hugged the Wind Goddess, then climbed into the Jeep, safely tucking the cloak into her bag. The machine roared to life and its two occupants waved goodbye to the fading team.
"Where you tink he go, petite? Japan or Canada?"
"Neither, Gumbo. See, before, he ran to places he knew we would look. I think he wanted to be found. This time he doesn't, so we have to go where he thinks we wouldn't look."
"Where you come up wit dat, petite?"
"Reverse psychology, Gumbo. Prof taught me." She pulled out a small map of the world and began to look.
"Whoa, cherie. Gambit go wit you anywhere, but you tink he went off- continent?"
"Well, it's only been half a day, so he's probably en route. If he was going off-continent, then he would have gone to the closest airport. You got that cell the prof gave ya?" Gambit reluctantly handed her the phone, and she dialed the operator.
"Yes hello, may I have the number for the closest airport to Westchester? Thank you," Jubilee tapped the dashboard as she waited to be connected. "Yes, hello," she said, sounding more adult that Gambit thought she could. "My name is Special Agent Stephanie Tyler with the FBI, badge number D- 5780342." Gambit could see she was holding something, but couldn't make it out.
"We are currently hunting for a suspect, who may or may not have boarded one of your planes earlier in the day. He travels under the name James Logan. Yes, I'll hold." By this time, Gambit had pulled the Jeep to the side of the road and was staring at her like she'd grown a third head. She turned to look at him. "What?" she asked quietly.
Not wanting to ruin it, he gestured to the phone. She covered the mouthpiece and showed him the paper she was holding. It had a name and a badge number on it.
"I got a friend who's this expert hacker. He can get into anywhere. So I asked him to get me a name and badge number," she laughed at his blank expression. "Welcome to the 21st century, Gumbo." She waited a few more seconds as they, presumably, checked out the badge and name, then looked for the passenger.
"Yes? No, do not notify the pilot. He is extremely dangerous, and does not need a weapon to harm or kill anyone. We will call our contacts in Scotland Yard to apprehend him. At what location and time is the flight due in London? Thank you, you have been most helpful." She hung up and punched the air with her fist and let out a whoop. She then rang the mansion.
"Hey, Blue? Could ya get the prof for me? Thanks." A few moments, then, "Professor? We're going to England."
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Ok, I just got a whole new idea for this thing, so it may turn out to be a little longer than I originally planned, but I really don't think y'all mind. Movie Night only has five chapters left, then I can concentrate on this one (If I can EVER finish "The Last Sorcerer." I swear that thing WANTS to be 50 chapters long..I don't get it. Oh well.)