Not mine, never will be, but I'll never stop dreamin!
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"Petite, Gambit tink you may need to call de Professor. Let him know where we're headed, non?" Gambit had his eyes closed and was reclined in the seat.
"Alright, Gumbo, no need to get all big brother on me, sheesh." She pulled out the cellular and dialed the mansion. She didn't even want to see the bill on this thing when she got back.
Jean picked up the phone, "Hello?"
"Hey, Red, how's New York?"
"It is warming up. How are the two of you?"
"We're good. We got a guide over here. His name's Blayne. We're on a train to Scotland at the moment. Could you tell the prof?"
"Sure, Jubilee. Is there anyone you would like to speak to?"
Jubilee thought for a moment, "Yeah, get Storm if ya don't mind."
"Not at all. It was wonderful hearing from you. Take care of yourself and Gambit."
"Sure thing, Jean. Thanks." She waited a few moments as Jean retrieved the Wind Goddess, then she picked up the phone.
"How are you Jubilation?"
"Great Storm. I just wanted to say thanks for the cloak. It really works."
"Of course it does. It was enchanted by a priestess of the winds."
Jubilee chuckled, "Right. How are things at the mansion?"
"Fine, just fine. Scott has confiscated Hank's Twinkies for a week."
"That's harsh!" Jubilee dropped her voice to a whisper. "Hey, tell Blue I keep a stash of sugar under the loose floorboard under my bed. I think there may be a Twinkie or two in there. But you have to swear you won't tell anyone else about them. And he has to too."
"Of course, I promise, and I'm sure Hank will as well. Keep safe and good fortune."
"Uh, you too. Bye." She pressed "Off" and sank down in the seat between Gambit and Blayne.
"Who were you talking to?"
"Oh, that was just Jean and Storm. Jean's like the mother hen of the team."
"Team?" His curiosity had been piqued.
"Um.yeah, the X-Men. There's like nine of us, well, eight now that Wolvie's gone, well ok, six since we're after him." She rummaged around in her sack and pulled out a picture. She smiled as she remembered her fifteenth birthday. She pointed out each member and quietly explained their powers. Blayne's eyes shone with wonder.
"And that's Wolvie," she pointed to the short man ruffling her hair in the photo.
"Why did he go away?"
"Dat's enough questions, buck. Why doan you try ta sleep, petite." She smiled weakly at her friend and placed the photo back in her bag. Grabbing a small pillow from her bag, she leaned back and closed her eyes. She hadn't really slept the airport, so she was really tired, especially with all the time changes and jet lag. England was like 7 or 8 hours ahead of New York, so it was now almost midnight where she was. Yawning, she slipped into a deep sleep.
Blayne decided that was a good idea and followed suit. But while he dreamed of an adventurous life fighting along side teammates, Jubilee was fending off nightmares.
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I am soooo sorry this took so long and that it is so short. I've just had a lot of things to deal with here. Being in the military is a hectic life style.
I would also like to apologize for the time confusion. I realized (just now) that in order for them to have arrived in England at 4 pm, they would have had to leave New York at like 9 pm NY time (assuming a 9 hour flight, but that's probably a little much) and a 7 hour time difference. But then I could just say that Jubes and Gambit left the mansion in the afternoon, and had to wait a few hours for a flight (you ever try to get a flight on a Saturday for the same day? Nearly impossible). So there you have it, a poor excuse for an explanation at my serious lack of concentration to the continuity of this fic. Please forgive me.
Aztec
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"Petite, Gambit tink you may need to call de Professor. Let him know where we're headed, non?" Gambit had his eyes closed and was reclined in the seat.
"Alright, Gumbo, no need to get all big brother on me, sheesh." She pulled out the cellular and dialed the mansion. She didn't even want to see the bill on this thing when she got back.
Jean picked up the phone, "Hello?"
"Hey, Red, how's New York?"
"It is warming up. How are the two of you?"
"We're good. We got a guide over here. His name's Blayne. We're on a train to Scotland at the moment. Could you tell the prof?"
"Sure, Jubilee. Is there anyone you would like to speak to?"
Jubilee thought for a moment, "Yeah, get Storm if ya don't mind."
"Not at all. It was wonderful hearing from you. Take care of yourself and Gambit."
"Sure thing, Jean. Thanks." She waited a few moments as Jean retrieved the Wind Goddess, then she picked up the phone.
"How are you Jubilation?"
"Great Storm. I just wanted to say thanks for the cloak. It really works."
"Of course it does. It was enchanted by a priestess of the winds."
Jubilee chuckled, "Right. How are things at the mansion?"
"Fine, just fine. Scott has confiscated Hank's Twinkies for a week."
"That's harsh!" Jubilee dropped her voice to a whisper. "Hey, tell Blue I keep a stash of sugar under the loose floorboard under my bed. I think there may be a Twinkie or two in there. But you have to swear you won't tell anyone else about them. And he has to too."
"Of course, I promise, and I'm sure Hank will as well. Keep safe and good fortune."
"Uh, you too. Bye." She pressed "Off" and sank down in the seat between Gambit and Blayne.
"Who were you talking to?"
"Oh, that was just Jean and Storm. Jean's like the mother hen of the team."
"Team?" His curiosity had been piqued.
"Um.yeah, the X-Men. There's like nine of us, well, eight now that Wolvie's gone, well ok, six since we're after him." She rummaged around in her sack and pulled out a picture. She smiled as she remembered her fifteenth birthday. She pointed out each member and quietly explained their powers. Blayne's eyes shone with wonder.
"And that's Wolvie," she pointed to the short man ruffling her hair in the photo.
"Why did he go away?"
"Dat's enough questions, buck. Why doan you try ta sleep, petite." She smiled weakly at her friend and placed the photo back in her bag. Grabbing a small pillow from her bag, she leaned back and closed her eyes. She hadn't really slept the airport, so she was really tired, especially with all the time changes and jet lag. England was like 7 or 8 hours ahead of New York, so it was now almost midnight where she was. Yawning, she slipped into a deep sleep.
Blayne decided that was a good idea and followed suit. But while he dreamed of an adventurous life fighting along side teammates, Jubilee was fending off nightmares.
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I am soooo sorry this took so long and that it is so short. I've just had a lot of things to deal with here. Being in the military is a hectic life style.
I would also like to apologize for the time confusion. I realized (just now) that in order for them to have arrived in England at 4 pm, they would have had to leave New York at like 9 pm NY time (assuming a 9 hour flight, but that's probably a little much) and a 7 hour time difference. But then I could just say that Jubes and Gambit left the mansion in the afternoon, and had to wait a few hours for a flight (you ever try to get a flight on a Saturday for the same day? Nearly impossible). So there you have it, a poor excuse for an explanation at my serious lack of concentration to the continuity of this fic. Please forgive me.
Aztec