Changes 2
Author's Notes: This chapter is going to introduce two of the newest X-Men, and their relationship with Jubilee. It's going also explain in some detail, of why Jubilee became so vicious. Enjoy.
Disclaimer: None of the X-Men belongs to me. (Sigh.) Everyone else does. By the way the Chyna in this story is not the former WWF champion. I just used her name.
Jean paced the living room back and forth, obviously upset by something. Logan didn't have to be a telepath to see that something was bothering her. He took out a stiff cigar from his shirt pocket, and lit it up with a lighter that was lying on a small end table.
"What's got ya so hot red."
"You'll never guess who had the nerve to call here."
"Let me guess, was it the I.R.S?"
"Logan I'm serious!"
"Fine I give, who was it?"
"Storm."
Once Logan heard the name of his former teammate, his heart stopped cold. He hadn't thought about her, since she left the team years ago. He was hurt that she didn't even bother to say goodbye, but he obviously wasn't the only one. Gambit was the first to go, following the death of Rouge. It was weird that everyone already knew that he'd probably leave the mansion, and they had been right. However with Storm nobody had the slightest idea that she was going to leave. She had responsibilities to the team, and she left. She was the only reliable team leader that they had. Sure Scott was the prime team leader, but he had left the team as well.
The main reason why Scott left was, because he had caught Jean having an affair with Logan. He had stayed away for a long while, even after Charles had passed away. He came to Charles's funeral, but he didn't resume his duties as the team leader. Everyone didn't think twice about whom was going to lead the team, because they'd always thought that Storm would be there to pick up the pieces. How wrong they were. Storm took off on the night that Charles died, and only came back when she was having severe stomach pains.
It turned out that she was pregnant, and unfortunately she lost her baby. Still everyone thought that Storm was here to stay, but she left the mansion never returning. So she had called. What did she want? Did she want to resume her duties as team leader? Was she out of money? Something forced her to call, and Logan wanted to know what it was.
"So what did she want?"
"To tell me that she's coming up for Hank's funeral."
"What did you say?"
"What do you think I said? I told her in so many words to go screw herself."
"I don't believe that."
"O.K. Maybe I didn't exactly say that, but I told her that the next time one of us dies don't bother calling."
"Aw come on red, that was just mean. Look Storm has been through a lot, and I'm not using that as an excuse. There is no excuse for what she did."
"She left us without a leader. That's like sending sheep to its slaughter. That was just wrong."
"Jean even though Scott was gone during that time, there was still you and me to lead the team. We may have never been team leaders when Charles was around, but I think we've managed just fine. Look honey I know you're mad, but Storm has been your best friend for years. You really shouldn't take your frustrations out on her, and let's be honest we both know why you're so frustrated."
"No honey it's not that."
"Sure it is."
Jean lowered her head to the ground, embarrassed that her husband knew the truth about what she was feeling. Then again that was one of the things about him that she found so attractive about him. She looked into his steely blue eyes, afraid that she would find anger and hatred in them. Yet she was wrong, because his eyes showed understanding and love. She cleared her throat, and prepared herself to begin speaking.
"I never thought he'd come back."
"Neither did I. So how do you feel about that?"
"I could care less one way or the other. Scott is now engaged to Emma, and I truly wish him the best. Really I do. I'm just concerned that Chyna and Gabriela won't exactly let Scott come in here, and try to become their new team leader."
"Tell me about it. It took them four years before they even started listening to us. Now don't think for just one minute that Scott's going to waddle his way back here, and try to run things as if the Professor was still here. Times have changed, and so have the X-Men. So he's going to have to change as well. I'm not saying this to be ugly, but we no longer fight for Xavier's cause. We fight for survival. Somebody out there has killed Hank, and it's up to us to find out that it is. I have a strange feeling that we haven't seen the last of this person. If we're not careful, only Lord knows what's going to happen next.
Chyna Davis stared in the mirror, hating the resemblance that stared back at her. As she matured into a young woman, she resented the fact that she was beginning to look more like her mother.
Throughout the years her appearance has changed dramatically. Her beautiful black hair has been dyed from blonde to hot pink. It had been cut from its shoulder length to a short fuzzy buzz cut. As far as she was concerned she didn't want anything to do with her mother. Least of all look like her.
She used to envy her friends, because she knew that their parents would always be there for them. Where was her mom? What did her mother even think about? Did she ever care about their welfare, or their well being? Why did she tear apart this family?
Every single memory of her mother that Chyna had was often a bad one. Her mother never cared for her, or her sister since they had been kids. If there was one good thing about her mother that Chyna could remember, was the fact that in the beginning she really did care for them.
She didn't know why her mother had stopped caring. She never realized that her mother could be so cold and vicious. After all her mother did murder her father. As a matter of fact, her mother killed him, as everyone sat at the dinner table. Gabriela is still in shock. Sometimes she comes out of it, but on certain days she became a recluse.
Let it be known that Chyna without a doubt hated her mother, for what she has done to everybody, especially the X-Men. They were her only family left, since the senseless murder of her parents. So why did her mother do something to her, the exact same thing that was done to her? Chyna still couldn't understand it.
Life in the mansion was far better than she would have ever hoped for. Everyone was rather sweet, especially when they found out who their mother was. For the most part everyone was angry; that Jubilee had taken the road that she had taken. However, there was only one person, whose eyes filled with sadness, whenever he looked at Chyna. She did resemble her mom, and even her eyes were the same color of ocean water blue.
Chyna felt sorry for Logan, because she knew that Logan had really loved her mother. Some say it was only as a surrogate father figure type of love, but something told her that it was more than that.
Logan had told me on certain occasions that he regretted the day that Jubilee walked down the isle with my father. He has never told me why, but I guess that deep down he wanted it to be him instead. I also found it quite weird that many of the X-Men really didn't have any warm words to say about my father. I don't know why my parent's marriage was doomed even before it started. All I know is that my father was good to my sister and me. He loved us, which is more than I can ever say for mother.
Life would've been so much easier if, things were different. I wished that I wasn't a mutant, a gift curtsey of my mom. I wished that things were easier to deal with, but it wasn't.
She told herself that she shouldn't complain. At least her mother explained to her that there was a possibility, that she would have some kind of mutation when she grew up. How right she had been, because her mutation manifested when she was in the shower. She ended up in the intensive care unit, because she had electrocuted herself. Thankfully she didn't have any burns on her body. After her recovery her mom had told her about Xavier's school for the gifted. She had told Chyna that she wouldn't always be around, and that if she needed some kind of help to go there.
So after her mom murdered their father, both she and Gabriela ran away from home. She feared for her life, so she went to the one place that she knew of that protected mutants. She has been here since. She has graduated top of her class, and later trained to be one of the X-Men. She's been fighting alongside them for a while now, and looks forward to putting an end to her mom. If she had to kill her, then so be it. After all it's like the old saying goes, an eye for an eye.
Storm had been flying for what seemed like hours, before she finally reached the mansion. She walked up to the stairs, and sat her bags down on the ground. She hesitated a moment before she ringed the bell. There used to be a time that she could've just walked right on in. Times have certainly changed, and she knew better than to just barge in there like she owned the place.
The door opened, and there stood a man that she hadn't seen in ages. His hair was in disarray, and his face was rugged with day old stubble. He wore a black T-Shirt, with dusty blue jeans. He wore an updated pair of visors, which resembled a pair of glasses. They were still red visors, but they were clear enough that Storm could see his eye color. It was definitely a major improvement. He was roughly handsome, and when he smiled, Storm just about melted.
*When did Scott finally grow up, and become a man* Storm thought as she reached out to give him a hug.
He smelled really good, even though his clothes looked like they hadn't been washed in weeks. This was definitely a side of Scott, which Storm had never seen. It was a side of him that she liked.
He had always been so clean cut and boring, that Storm thought that he'd never leave that phase. Yet he was, standing here so confident and sure of himself. My, have times changed.
Scott cleared his throat and pulled back from the gentle embrace of Ororo Munroe. It had been almost twenty years since he had seen her last. Time has definitely been good to her. She had made a lot of changes over the years. Her beautiful long white hair had been cut into a beautiful short bob. She had on long earrings that hung almost to her shoulders. She had on a green halter top, with green leather pants. She was really working the thigh high boots that she was sporting.
He looked into her blue eyes, the one thing that hadn't changed about her, and smiled.
"Ororo it's good to see you. You look good."
"Thanks Scott. I must say that you look good also."
"You're just being nice."
"No really, you do."
"Where are my manners, come on in. There's some barbeque out back, if you're interested. I made it myself."
"Then how can I say no?"
"Let me take your bags to your room. If you wait right here, I'll introduce you to our newest members."
"Scott, didn't you leave the team a while back?"
"Yeah I did, when Jean and Logan got married, but now I'm back."
"Might I add better than ever?"
"Add whatever you like. I'm going to take these up, and I'll be right down."
"O.K."
Scott went upstairs and returned five minutes later. He smiled when he saw Storm once again. Storm didn't think he could smile, because during the time that they were all together, he never did. She guessed that time away from Jean, was just what he needed to be happy again.
He walked up to her and grabbed her hand. She couldn't help but notice how soft they were. She had never held his hand, but she was presently enjoying every moment of it. He pulled her out back, where the entire team was now assembled. The mood outside was a somber one, seeing as to how tomorrow they were going to bury on of their own. Some people had tears in their eyes, while others were quietly associating with each other.
Scott pulled her closer to him, as if he could sense her fears, and then cleared his throat loud enough for everyone to hear him. Everyone tore their eyes away from whatever it was that they were doing, to look at the person who now stood before them. Wolverine smiled when he saw the young woman, but his smile soon turned into a frown when his wife saw whom it was.
He ran off after her when she stalked back into the mansion, without saying so much as goodbye. Scott looked concerned and then shrugged his shoulders. He turned to a dark haired beauty, which looked like a Goth queen. She wore dark clothes, and dark make up. Her hair was a loud green color, but Storm noticed that underneath the make up, she was a rather nice looking kid.
Scott pointed a finger to the girl, and made the proper introductions.
"Storm this is Chyna Davis. Chyna this is Ororo Munroe, but everybody calls her Storm"
"So you're the weather witch? I've heard a lot about you, especially from Jean."
"Chyna!"
"Sorry Scoter. Anyway, Storm you don't have to worry. I never believe everything that I hear. Are you two an item or something?"
"Chyna will you stop it?"
"Scott calm down. The reason why I asked that in the first place was because you're all hugged up, like your dating or something. Or didn't you notice?"
Scott's entire face turned beet red from embarrassment, as he realized that he was still holding on to Storm. He reluctantly let go, and motioned for Storm to walk with him. He pointed to a younger girl, who was staring at the sky. Storm looked at her, and noticed that she had tears in her eyes.
"Hello sweetheart, my name is Ororo. How are you?"
"Storm she doesn't speak much. She's a catatonic. Every now and then she goes into this quiet world, and only her sister can bring her out of it."
"Her sister?"
"Chyna. Let's go over here, and talk."
They walked to an open area where nobody was standing and Scott finished telling his story.
"Word has it that their mother killed their father, right in front of them."
"What kind of mother would do such a thing?"
"Jubilee would."
"What?"
"Jubilee is their mother."
"Oh my god. I don't know how much bad news I can take in one day." Storm said as the tears suddenly fell down her face. Scott pulled her into a tight hug, and whispered in her ear.
"Don't cry. Thing are crazy around here, and to be honest with you, we are the only two stable ones here. So don't fall apart on us now. Why don't you go upstairs to your room, and get some rest. Tomorrow's going to be a long day, and you're going to need your rest. I'll come get you when the dinner's ready."
"I know, but I haven't had a chance to speak to everyone yet."
"There'll be plenty of time at dinner, but now you need you're rest. Bobby is helping with the funeral arrangements. Emma is going to stop by later, and I need to go jump in the shower. So just go up and rest o.k."
"Yeah I guess you're right. I am a little tired."
Scott escorted Storm to her bedroom door, and gave her a soft kiss on her cheek. She began blushing, and held her head down to hide it. Since when did Scott ever make her feel this way? She concluded that it was because of everything happening all at once, so she didn't read anything into it.
"It's good to have you back home Stormy."
Storm laughed and hugged him tightly, and whispered into his ear.
"It wouldn't have been so good if you weren't here. Thank you for being here for me."
She pulled back and walked into her room. Before he left she called out one last time.
"Scott. Thanks."
"You're welcome. Now get some rest!"
"I'm going, I'm going."
Storm closed the door, and walked to her bed. Her bedroom was just as she left it, and she was grateful. She collapsed on her bed, and closed her eyes. In no time she was fast asleep.
Author's Notes: This chapter is going to introduce two of the newest X-Men, and their relationship with Jubilee. It's going also explain in some detail, of why Jubilee became so vicious. Enjoy.
Disclaimer: None of the X-Men belongs to me. (Sigh.) Everyone else does. By the way the Chyna in this story is not the former WWF champion. I just used her name.
Jean paced the living room back and forth, obviously upset by something. Logan didn't have to be a telepath to see that something was bothering her. He took out a stiff cigar from his shirt pocket, and lit it up with a lighter that was lying on a small end table.
"What's got ya so hot red."
"You'll never guess who had the nerve to call here."
"Let me guess, was it the I.R.S?"
"Logan I'm serious!"
"Fine I give, who was it?"
"Storm."
Once Logan heard the name of his former teammate, his heart stopped cold. He hadn't thought about her, since she left the team years ago. He was hurt that she didn't even bother to say goodbye, but he obviously wasn't the only one. Gambit was the first to go, following the death of Rouge. It was weird that everyone already knew that he'd probably leave the mansion, and they had been right. However with Storm nobody had the slightest idea that she was going to leave. She had responsibilities to the team, and she left. She was the only reliable team leader that they had. Sure Scott was the prime team leader, but he had left the team as well.
The main reason why Scott left was, because he had caught Jean having an affair with Logan. He had stayed away for a long while, even after Charles had passed away. He came to Charles's funeral, but he didn't resume his duties as the team leader. Everyone didn't think twice about whom was going to lead the team, because they'd always thought that Storm would be there to pick up the pieces. How wrong they were. Storm took off on the night that Charles died, and only came back when she was having severe stomach pains.
It turned out that she was pregnant, and unfortunately she lost her baby. Still everyone thought that Storm was here to stay, but she left the mansion never returning. So she had called. What did she want? Did she want to resume her duties as team leader? Was she out of money? Something forced her to call, and Logan wanted to know what it was.
"So what did she want?"
"To tell me that she's coming up for Hank's funeral."
"What did you say?"
"What do you think I said? I told her in so many words to go screw herself."
"I don't believe that."
"O.K. Maybe I didn't exactly say that, but I told her that the next time one of us dies don't bother calling."
"Aw come on red, that was just mean. Look Storm has been through a lot, and I'm not using that as an excuse. There is no excuse for what she did."
"She left us without a leader. That's like sending sheep to its slaughter. That was just wrong."
"Jean even though Scott was gone during that time, there was still you and me to lead the team. We may have never been team leaders when Charles was around, but I think we've managed just fine. Look honey I know you're mad, but Storm has been your best friend for years. You really shouldn't take your frustrations out on her, and let's be honest we both know why you're so frustrated."
"No honey it's not that."
"Sure it is."
Jean lowered her head to the ground, embarrassed that her husband knew the truth about what she was feeling. Then again that was one of the things about him that she found so attractive about him. She looked into his steely blue eyes, afraid that she would find anger and hatred in them. Yet she was wrong, because his eyes showed understanding and love. She cleared her throat, and prepared herself to begin speaking.
"I never thought he'd come back."
"Neither did I. So how do you feel about that?"
"I could care less one way or the other. Scott is now engaged to Emma, and I truly wish him the best. Really I do. I'm just concerned that Chyna and Gabriela won't exactly let Scott come in here, and try to become their new team leader."
"Tell me about it. It took them four years before they even started listening to us. Now don't think for just one minute that Scott's going to waddle his way back here, and try to run things as if the Professor was still here. Times have changed, and so have the X-Men. So he's going to have to change as well. I'm not saying this to be ugly, but we no longer fight for Xavier's cause. We fight for survival. Somebody out there has killed Hank, and it's up to us to find out that it is. I have a strange feeling that we haven't seen the last of this person. If we're not careful, only Lord knows what's going to happen next.
Chyna Davis stared in the mirror, hating the resemblance that stared back at her. As she matured into a young woman, she resented the fact that she was beginning to look more like her mother.
Throughout the years her appearance has changed dramatically. Her beautiful black hair has been dyed from blonde to hot pink. It had been cut from its shoulder length to a short fuzzy buzz cut. As far as she was concerned she didn't want anything to do with her mother. Least of all look like her.
She used to envy her friends, because she knew that their parents would always be there for them. Where was her mom? What did her mother even think about? Did she ever care about their welfare, or their well being? Why did she tear apart this family?
Every single memory of her mother that Chyna had was often a bad one. Her mother never cared for her, or her sister since they had been kids. If there was one good thing about her mother that Chyna could remember, was the fact that in the beginning she really did care for them.
She didn't know why her mother had stopped caring. She never realized that her mother could be so cold and vicious. After all her mother did murder her father. As a matter of fact, her mother killed him, as everyone sat at the dinner table. Gabriela is still in shock. Sometimes she comes out of it, but on certain days she became a recluse.
Let it be known that Chyna without a doubt hated her mother, for what she has done to everybody, especially the X-Men. They were her only family left, since the senseless murder of her parents. So why did her mother do something to her, the exact same thing that was done to her? Chyna still couldn't understand it.
Life in the mansion was far better than she would have ever hoped for. Everyone was rather sweet, especially when they found out who their mother was. For the most part everyone was angry; that Jubilee had taken the road that she had taken. However, there was only one person, whose eyes filled with sadness, whenever he looked at Chyna. She did resemble her mom, and even her eyes were the same color of ocean water blue.
Chyna felt sorry for Logan, because she knew that Logan had really loved her mother. Some say it was only as a surrogate father figure type of love, but something told her that it was more than that.
Logan had told me on certain occasions that he regretted the day that Jubilee walked down the isle with my father. He has never told me why, but I guess that deep down he wanted it to be him instead. I also found it quite weird that many of the X-Men really didn't have any warm words to say about my father. I don't know why my parent's marriage was doomed even before it started. All I know is that my father was good to my sister and me. He loved us, which is more than I can ever say for mother.
Life would've been so much easier if, things were different. I wished that I wasn't a mutant, a gift curtsey of my mom. I wished that things were easier to deal with, but it wasn't.
She told herself that she shouldn't complain. At least her mother explained to her that there was a possibility, that she would have some kind of mutation when she grew up. How right she had been, because her mutation manifested when she was in the shower. She ended up in the intensive care unit, because she had electrocuted herself. Thankfully she didn't have any burns on her body. After her recovery her mom had told her about Xavier's school for the gifted. She had told Chyna that she wouldn't always be around, and that if she needed some kind of help to go there.
So after her mom murdered their father, both she and Gabriela ran away from home. She feared for her life, so she went to the one place that she knew of that protected mutants. She has been here since. She has graduated top of her class, and later trained to be one of the X-Men. She's been fighting alongside them for a while now, and looks forward to putting an end to her mom. If she had to kill her, then so be it. After all it's like the old saying goes, an eye for an eye.
Storm had been flying for what seemed like hours, before she finally reached the mansion. She walked up to the stairs, and sat her bags down on the ground. She hesitated a moment before she ringed the bell. There used to be a time that she could've just walked right on in. Times have certainly changed, and she knew better than to just barge in there like she owned the place.
The door opened, and there stood a man that she hadn't seen in ages. His hair was in disarray, and his face was rugged with day old stubble. He wore a black T-Shirt, with dusty blue jeans. He wore an updated pair of visors, which resembled a pair of glasses. They were still red visors, but they were clear enough that Storm could see his eye color. It was definitely a major improvement. He was roughly handsome, and when he smiled, Storm just about melted.
*When did Scott finally grow up, and become a man* Storm thought as she reached out to give him a hug.
He smelled really good, even though his clothes looked like they hadn't been washed in weeks. This was definitely a side of Scott, which Storm had never seen. It was a side of him that she liked.
He had always been so clean cut and boring, that Storm thought that he'd never leave that phase. Yet he was, standing here so confident and sure of himself. My, have times changed.
Scott cleared his throat and pulled back from the gentle embrace of Ororo Munroe. It had been almost twenty years since he had seen her last. Time has definitely been good to her. She had made a lot of changes over the years. Her beautiful long white hair had been cut into a beautiful short bob. She had on long earrings that hung almost to her shoulders. She had on a green halter top, with green leather pants. She was really working the thigh high boots that she was sporting.
He looked into her blue eyes, the one thing that hadn't changed about her, and smiled.
"Ororo it's good to see you. You look good."
"Thanks Scott. I must say that you look good also."
"You're just being nice."
"No really, you do."
"Where are my manners, come on in. There's some barbeque out back, if you're interested. I made it myself."
"Then how can I say no?"
"Let me take your bags to your room. If you wait right here, I'll introduce you to our newest members."
"Scott, didn't you leave the team a while back?"
"Yeah I did, when Jean and Logan got married, but now I'm back."
"Might I add better than ever?"
"Add whatever you like. I'm going to take these up, and I'll be right down."
"O.K."
Scott went upstairs and returned five minutes later. He smiled when he saw Storm once again. Storm didn't think he could smile, because during the time that they were all together, he never did. She guessed that time away from Jean, was just what he needed to be happy again.
He walked up to her and grabbed her hand. She couldn't help but notice how soft they were. She had never held his hand, but she was presently enjoying every moment of it. He pulled her out back, where the entire team was now assembled. The mood outside was a somber one, seeing as to how tomorrow they were going to bury on of their own. Some people had tears in their eyes, while others were quietly associating with each other.
Scott pulled her closer to him, as if he could sense her fears, and then cleared his throat loud enough for everyone to hear him. Everyone tore their eyes away from whatever it was that they were doing, to look at the person who now stood before them. Wolverine smiled when he saw the young woman, but his smile soon turned into a frown when his wife saw whom it was.
He ran off after her when she stalked back into the mansion, without saying so much as goodbye. Scott looked concerned and then shrugged his shoulders. He turned to a dark haired beauty, which looked like a Goth queen. She wore dark clothes, and dark make up. Her hair was a loud green color, but Storm noticed that underneath the make up, she was a rather nice looking kid.
Scott pointed a finger to the girl, and made the proper introductions.
"Storm this is Chyna Davis. Chyna this is Ororo Munroe, but everybody calls her Storm"
"So you're the weather witch? I've heard a lot about you, especially from Jean."
"Chyna!"
"Sorry Scoter. Anyway, Storm you don't have to worry. I never believe everything that I hear. Are you two an item or something?"
"Chyna will you stop it?"
"Scott calm down. The reason why I asked that in the first place was because you're all hugged up, like your dating or something. Or didn't you notice?"
Scott's entire face turned beet red from embarrassment, as he realized that he was still holding on to Storm. He reluctantly let go, and motioned for Storm to walk with him. He pointed to a younger girl, who was staring at the sky. Storm looked at her, and noticed that she had tears in her eyes.
"Hello sweetheart, my name is Ororo. How are you?"
"Storm she doesn't speak much. She's a catatonic. Every now and then she goes into this quiet world, and only her sister can bring her out of it."
"Her sister?"
"Chyna. Let's go over here, and talk."
They walked to an open area where nobody was standing and Scott finished telling his story.
"Word has it that their mother killed their father, right in front of them."
"What kind of mother would do such a thing?"
"Jubilee would."
"What?"
"Jubilee is their mother."
"Oh my god. I don't know how much bad news I can take in one day." Storm said as the tears suddenly fell down her face. Scott pulled her into a tight hug, and whispered in her ear.
"Don't cry. Thing are crazy around here, and to be honest with you, we are the only two stable ones here. So don't fall apart on us now. Why don't you go upstairs to your room, and get some rest. Tomorrow's going to be a long day, and you're going to need your rest. I'll come get you when the dinner's ready."
"I know, but I haven't had a chance to speak to everyone yet."
"There'll be plenty of time at dinner, but now you need you're rest. Bobby is helping with the funeral arrangements. Emma is going to stop by later, and I need to go jump in the shower. So just go up and rest o.k."
"Yeah I guess you're right. I am a little tired."
Scott escorted Storm to her bedroom door, and gave her a soft kiss on her cheek. She began blushing, and held her head down to hide it. Since when did Scott ever make her feel this way? She concluded that it was because of everything happening all at once, so she didn't read anything into it.
"It's good to have you back home Stormy."
Storm laughed and hugged him tightly, and whispered into his ear.
"It wouldn't have been so good if you weren't here. Thank you for being here for me."
She pulled back and walked into her room. Before he left she called out one last time.
"Scott. Thanks."
"You're welcome. Now get some rest!"
"I'm going, I'm going."
Storm closed the door, and walked to her bed. Her bedroom was just as she left it, and she was grateful. She collapsed on her bed, and closed her eyes. In no time she was fast asleep.
