Feral Bonds Chapter 6
Well, gonna leave this a pg-13, no one really had a comment, so guess it's all good.
Juice: Hopefully your question will at least have the start of an answer to your question.
Inuyasha0001: Thanks, positive feedback is always appreciated. Considering this story is the first time I've written anything, I'm glad you like it so much.
Kelli: Thanks. I thought that evo-Kitty could use a dose of comic-Kitty.
Oh yea. Extra Brownie Points to anyone that caught the kinda-sorta homage to James O'Barr in the last chapter.
In the Blackbird's hanger
The X-jest came to a full stop, steam rising from the overheated engines. The sounds of hydraulic pumps straining barely preceded the angry stomps of Scott's booted feet. "Fine Logan, do whatever you want. I don't want him here, he's not safe. But hey, who cares what I think."
The rest of the x-men walked quietly down the jet's ramp, not wanting to gain Scott or Logan's attention and restart the argument that had lasted from Colorado all the way to Bayville with nary an interruption. Scott had been adamant that they should just find the nearest deserted island and dump the mutant off, preferably from altitude, sans chute. Logan on the other hand, said that Charles was gonna take a look and that was that. After that, the discussion devolved into Scott's tirade and a lot of growling.
They had scrounged an emergency blanked from the survival kit and had wrapped it around the boy's lower half to cover his nakedness. Unfortunately, they hadn't been able to find anything to clean the blood off him. What happened next made them realize that they should have stopped at a river.
Jubilee pushed the mop bucket into the hanger. Sullenly kicking the door closed, she once again asked herself if doing 'after mission' cleanup for a month was a fitting punishment for swiping the Professor's credit card and having an eleven hour long shopping trip at the mall. -Come on! The yellow and red curtains I got for the dining room really spiced that dingy old room right up!- Glaring at the mop bucket one more time, she rounded the nose of the and came face to face with a bad horror movie.
Her eyes snapped wide and she screamed, "HOLY SHIT!" when she saw a floating, shiny, gore covered body. "The hell?" She managed to get out before the sight of the body was blocked by Storm's cape. Storm finished securing her cape to the boy before mentally preparing to deal with the excitable young mutant.
Jubilee's eyes blinked twice before her mouth engaged. "Holy crap Stormy, where were you guys? The set of Screaming Undead Cannibals from Minnesota? And why is he floating? Can he fly or something? He looks like he went ten rounds with Freddy Kruger AND Jason."
Storm was saved from attempting to interpret the buzzing questions by a gruff "Shut it kid." Courtesy of Logan.
Now on the offensive, Storm tried to lead the girl's attention to something else and hopefully stall the rumors until Charles had had time to look into the boy. "Jubilation Lee, remember, you have to do both the cockpit and the cargo bay this time."
About to object to the obvious dismissal when she got her first good look at the rest of the team. Scott was practically vibrating with rage, Logan had the blackest look she had ever seen, Rogue and Evan were supporting a blank faced Kitty with a gaping hole in the stomach of her uniform, Kurt was nervously glancing between the floating bundle and Kitty, and Jean was concentrating on levitating the body.
Deciding that they were in absolutely no mood for her motor mouth right then, she turned to Ororo, "Sure thing Stormy." And flashed a grin. She could hardly wait to let Bobby know the news.
Institute infirmary
Jean strode into the isolation unit with the still covered boy drifting behind her like a bloody balloon. Gesturing towards the bed, she directed the boy to rest. Rubbing her temple, she quickly backed out of the room, sealing the door behind her and starting up the air circulators. Sitting down in a plastic chair, she leaded back and tried to relax the tension that had crept up her neck.
Scott stood in the doorway, watching Jean rub her neck. "You ok Jean?"
She cracked her eyes and smiled. "Yes Scott, just used my powers too much today. Gives me a tension headache." Glancing at the isolation room, she continued. "He's pretty heavy. Just the walk between the jet and here felt like a marathon."
Scott frowned. "Well, if Logan wasn't so obstinate, we could have been rid of him long before we got here."
Jean stared incredulously at Scott. "You can't mean that Scott. He's a mutant, just like us. He just got out of being 'tortured' and I'm sure he didn't know what he was doing."
Scott was silent for a moment. "I disagree Jean, you saw how he took down those soldiers, that wasn't sloppy, it was deliberately brutal. Like something that was trained. Don't defend him, he doesn't deserve it. For god's sake Jean! He almost 'killed' Kitty!" Scott shouted.
Jean stood up. "You know Scott, you would think that the 'leader' of the x- men would have a little compassion." She said before gliding out of the room.
Scott turned to the doorframe and shouted down the hall. "I'm compassionate!" before quietly adding, "when people deserve it." Shooting one last glare at the isolation room door, he stalked off.
Professor Xavier's office
Charles Xavier's eyes closed in sympathetic grief as he mentally scanned the new mutant his X-men had rescued. He had spent the last fifteen minutes trying to sort out the garbled images and memories housed in the boy. Pouring over the memories of the rescue/escape, he mentally winced as the phantom pain of the bullets getting pushed out of his/the boy's body.
Switching from a deep probe to a light scan, he opened his eyes to the expectant looks of the x-men. Folding his hands under his nose, he glanced around once before slightly nodding to himself. "First of all, I'm very proud of all of you. You all handled the situation far better than I could have hoped. Granted, it is my fervent desire that none of you ever have to witness what you did again anytime soon." Noticing that his praise had less of an effect that he had hoped, he inwardly sighed. "What you encountered today was the actions of a few people, not humanity as a whole. While the persons running the base exhibited the basest of humanity darker emotions, rest assured that they are in no way the majority or even a significant fraction of people. In the days and weeks to come, I unfortunately expect that this incident will be forefront in your thoughts. Expect that you will have a nightmare or two, it's normal after enduring an experience like this. If at any time you feel you need to, either Ms. Munroe or myself will be happy to sit down and talk with you."
Still mentally running through the mutant's memories, he decided to debrief the team. "Now, on to the new mutant. I've been scanning his mind while he is unconscious and I've learned that he was not attacking you specifically, he was terrified and anyone in his way of the first possible way for him to escape was targeted as an enemy. When you ceased trying to detain him, he ran instead of attacking you. With what I've learned from boy so far, which unfortunately, does not include his name, I have come to the conclusion that he is going to have to stay in the isolation room for the time being for both his, and our safety." Noticing both Rogue's and Kitty's faces start to frown, he interjected. "It is for the best, he needs an environment that he does not feel threatened."
Relief washing over him as he sensed nothing but acceptance, he rolled out from behind his desk. "It's been a long day and all of you have school tomorrow. Go to bed. And remember, if you feel the need to talk, we are here."
Watching the teens file out of the room, he kept his face carefully neutral until the last of them had exited and the door clicked shut. Turning to Ororo and Logan, he leaned back in his chair. "I did not want to expose the children to what I have discovered from our young mutant. First of all, he is approximately three years old."
Both Storm and Logan just waited for Xavier to finish his statement. Getting nothing but the knowing stare Xavier is so famous for, Logan spoke up. "You mean he only has memories for the past three years right Chuck?"
Xavier smiled. "No Logan. He is not missing any memories. I saw some.childhood memories and there was a calendar in some of the earlier ones. The date was three years ago next month."
Storm glid over to one of the plush leather chairs and sat down. "How is that possible Charles? He would be an infant at that age."
Xavier's brow lowered in thought. "I'm not entirely sure how Ororo. It could have something to do with his mutation."
Logan fished around a shirt pocket before pulling a half smoked cigar out and jamming it into his mouth. "Any idea where they took him from? You said you had some of his memories from when he was a kid. Gotta be something there we can use to find his parents."
Xavier visibly deflated. "Logan, from what I can ascertain, he was either taken to that facility as an infant, or he was born there."
Storm leaned forward and very delicately asked. "And when did these people start their experiments?"
Xavier's face was inhumanly blank. "They started before he can remember."
Silence reigned throughout the office.
Xavier rolled out from the desk and settled next to the roaring fireplace. "That was my first reaction as well. Unfortunately, this also brings up another problem. He isn't mentally human. He never developed a mentality past the animal you encountered. He's relatively intelligent, and he's cunning, but there isn't any sentience. This means he might never adjust to being released."
Logan dug his matches out of his jacket and used a thumb to spark it. Puffing the cigar up to a respectable cherry, he blew a cloud of smoke towards the ceiling. "Sounds kinda like me when I go into a berserker rage. We can toss him in the danger room and let him work it out against that. Always works for me."
Storm nodded and spoke. "Surely Charles, some regimen of therapy would allow him to integrate into the world. No one deserves to be locked up for the rest of their life for something they have no control of."
A look of mild frustration passed Xavier's face. "In other circumstances, I would agree with you Ororo, there are several methods of therapy that could assist him. But the issue we have to deal with is that there is 'no' previous human state of mind for me to bring out. From what I can tell, he's been feral from the moment he was born until now. There just isn't anything for me or anyone else to work on."
Logan scowled. "So you just planning on leaving him like that Chuck? Ain't gonna happen."
Xavier slightly grinned. "I have an idea on something I can do, but I will have to do additional research to see if it would even be possible."
He sat for a moment, gazing into the fire before once again folding his hands under his nose. "On another, somewhat related note, I discovered why he did not attack Kitty." His intense gaze speared both Ororo and Logan. "But this is not to be repeated to any of the students, for any reason." Both of them nodded. "Just before he was about to finish Kitty off, he smelled something on her. Something that I pray isn't true." Taking a deep breath, he slowly let it out before speaking.
"Kitty is pregnant."
Xavier inwardly smiled as Ororo's normally implacable calm shattered with shock and Logan's cigar fell out of his gaping mouth. Quickly continuing before either of them started with their inevitable questions. "Or at least the boy believes it. He smelled it on her."
Ororo was the first to regain her composure. "And do we know for certain Charles? It would be a shame for someone her age to raise a child, even in a supportive household."
Logan bent down and picked up his cigar, jamming it back into the side of his mouth. "I don't think so Storm, I would have smelled something before now. What's that kid's name that's always after her? Alvers or something. I woulda smelled his stench if she had been...roaming."
Xavier inwardly winced at Logan's rough term for it, but kept his face neutral. "I agree with Logan Ororo. Someone would have noticed something by this point. But that is off the issue. While a pregnant student would be a difficulty, I am more worried by the boy's response. His reaction to it seems somewhat extreme. From what Kitty said, he collapsed after smelling her bare skin. When I was probing his memories, I noticed an almost artificial quality to his loss of aggression. He mentally shifted to a non- aggressive state within a fraction of a second. It makes me wonder why."
Moving back to his desk, he continued. "Either way, I believe that we have all had a long and exhausting day, both physically and mentally. I advise both of you to retire for the night. Tomorrow is when the children are going to start to react to what they saw and we need to be ready to offer counsel."
Ororo and Logan offered no arguments, merely leaving the room. Xavier retreated to his thoughts, trying to devise a plan to keep the boy out of a locked room for the rest of his life.
The next morning
Kitty was roused from sleep by the low murmur of voices in her room. Exasperated, she flipped onto her stomach before jamming the pillow over her head in an attempt to catch just a little more sleep. - My stupid alarm hasn't even gone off yet. Can't Jubes just like go somewhere else?-- Jamming the pillow harder around her head didn't completely block the voices. Growling in frustration, she peeked out from her pillow and almost screamed when she saw she had been asleep for a grand total of fifteen minutes. Tossing the pillow off, she flipped over and sat up. Seeing Jubilee, Amara, and Rhane all standing at the foot of her bed staring at her with wide eyes, she bit out. "Can't you guys like talk somewhere else? I totally need some sleep right now." Needless to say, she didn't get quite the reaction she was looking for.
Jubilee opened and closed her mouth twice. This in itself piqued Kitty's interest, Jubilee never shut up. Amara gently shoved Jubilee towards the head of the bed. Still wondering what they were doing, Kitty snapped. "What? I like could really use some sleep. Go downstairs or something. And why are you looking at me like that?"
Kitty's demand seemed to break whatever trance Jubilee had slipped into. "Hey Kitty, we were just wondering if we should start moving my stuff to a different room or something. You know, you could use the extra space soon and stuff. And were going to see if we could get the room redecorated for you two."
Kitty listened to Jubilee's rapid fire speech and decided she'd had enough. "QUIET!" Jubilee's seemingly never-ending flood of words sputtered out.
Tossing back he covers, Kitty leapt out of her bed. She stared hard at the three girls. Pointing to Jubilee, she bit out. "You. Quickly and like 'concisely' tell me what the hell you are talking about."
Uncharacteristically fidgeting, Jubilee finally sat down and looked apologetic. "We were going to get some chow when we heard the news from the Professor."
Kitty waited for Jubilee to elaborate. Finally deciding that she wasn't going to get some sleep unless she dragged it out of Jubilee, she growled. "WHAT news?"
Jubilee looked about to bolt. "You know, we didn't mean to hear it, but the door to his office was cracked open a little and we were walking right next to it and."
Having had entirely too much already, Kitty cut Jubilee off with a chop of her hand. Taking a deep breath, she belted out. "What the HELL are you talking about?"
Jubilee squeaked. "We heard the Professor say you're pregnant."
Kitty stared at her.
Jubilee stared back.
Kitty rolled her eyes. "Whatever, just let me sleep, I'm tired." She flopped back into bed before pulling the covers over her head.
Well, gonna leave this a pg-13, no one really had a comment, so guess it's all good.
Juice: Hopefully your question will at least have the start of an answer to your question.
Inuyasha0001: Thanks, positive feedback is always appreciated. Considering this story is the first time I've written anything, I'm glad you like it so much.
Kelli: Thanks. I thought that evo-Kitty could use a dose of comic-Kitty.
Oh yea. Extra Brownie Points to anyone that caught the kinda-sorta homage to James O'Barr in the last chapter.
In the Blackbird's hanger
The X-jest came to a full stop, steam rising from the overheated engines. The sounds of hydraulic pumps straining barely preceded the angry stomps of Scott's booted feet. "Fine Logan, do whatever you want. I don't want him here, he's not safe. But hey, who cares what I think."
The rest of the x-men walked quietly down the jet's ramp, not wanting to gain Scott or Logan's attention and restart the argument that had lasted from Colorado all the way to Bayville with nary an interruption. Scott had been adamant that they should just find the nearest deserted island and dump the mutant off, preferably from altitude, sans chute. Logan on the other hand, said that Charles was gonna take a look and that was that. After that, the discussion devolved into Scott's tirade and a lot of growling.
They had scrounged an emergency blanked from the survival kit and had wrapped it around the boy's lower half to cover his nakedness. Unfortunately, they hadn't been able to find anything to clean the blood off him. What happened next made them realize that they should have stopped at a river.
Jubilee pushed the mop bucket into the hanger. Sullenly kicking the door closed, she once again asked herself if doing 'after mission' cleanup for a month was a fitting punishment for swiping the Professor's credit card and having an eleven hour long shopping trip at the mall. -Come on! The yellow and red curtains I got for the dining room really spiced that dingy old room right up!- Glaring at the mop bucket one more time, she rounded the nose of the and came face to face with a bad horror movie.
Her eyes snapped wide and she screamed, "HOLY SHIT!" when she saw a floating, shiny, gore covered body. "The hell?" She managed to get out before the sight of the body was blocked by Storm's cape. Storm finished securing her cape to the boy before mentally preparing to deal with the excitable young mutant.
Jubilee's eyes blinked twice before her mouth engaged. "Holy crap Stormy, where were you guys? The set of Screaming Undead Cannibals from Minnesota? And why is he floating? Can he fly or something? He looks like he went ten rounds with Freddy Kruger AND Jason."
Storm was saved from attempting to interpret the buzzing questions by a gruff "Shut it kid." Courtesy of Logan.
Now on the offensive, Storm tried to lead the girl's attention to something else and hopefully stall the rumors until Charles had had time to look into the boy. "Jubilation Lee, remember, you have to do both the cockpit and the cargo bay this time."
About to object to the obvious dismissal when she got her first good look at the rest of the team. Scott was practically vibrating with rage, Logan had the blackest look she had ever seen, Rogue and Evan were supporting a blank faced Kitty with a gaping hole in the stomach of her uniform, Kurt was nervously glancing between the floating bundle and Kitty, and Jean was concentrating on levitating the body.
Deciding that they were in absolutely no mood for her motor mouth right then, she turned to Ororo, "Sure thing Stormy." And flashed a grin. She could hardly wait to let Bobby know the news.
Institute infirmary
Jean strode into the isolation unit with the still covered boy drifting behind her like a bloody balloon. Gesturing towards the bed, she directed the boy to rest. Rubbing her temple, she quickly backed out of the room, sealing the door behind her and starting up the air circulators. Sitting down in a plastic chair, she leaded back and tried to relax the tension that had crept up her neck.
Scott stood in the doorway, watching Jean rub her neck. "You ok Jean?"
She cracked her eyes and smiled. "Yes Scott, just used my powers too much today. Gives me a tension headache." Glancing at the isolation room, she continued. "He's pretty heavy. Just the walk between the jet and here felt like a marathon."
Scott frowned. "Well, if Logan wasn't so obstinate, we could have been rid of him long before we got here."
Jean stared incredulously at Scott. "You can't mean that Scott. He's a mutant, just like us. He just got out of being 'tortured' and I'm sure he didn't know what he was doing."
Scott was silent for a moment. "I disagree Jean, you saw how he took down those soldiers, that wasn't sloppy, it was deliberately brutal. Like something that was trained. Don't defend him, he doesn't deserve it. For god's sake Jean! He almost 'killed' Kitty!" Scott shouted.
Jean stood up. "You know Scott, you would think that the 'leader' of the x- men would have a little compassion." She said before gliding out of the room.
Scott turned to the doorframe and shouted down the hall. "I'm compassionate!" before quietly adding, "when people deserve it." Shooting one last glare at the isolation room door, he stalked off.
Professor Xavier's office
Charles Xavier's eyes closed in sympathetic grief as he mentally scanned the new mutant his X-men had rescued. He had spent the last fifteen minutes trying to sort out the garbled images and memories housed in the boy. Pouring over the memories of the rescue/escape, he mentally winced as the phantom pain of the bullets getting pushed out of his/the boy's body.
Switching from a deep probe to a light scan, he opened his eyes to the expectant looks of the x-men. Folding his hands under his nose, he glanced around once before slightly nodding to himself. "First of all, I'm very proud of all of you. You all handled the situation far better than I could have hoped. Granted, it is my fervent desire that none of you ever have to witness what you did again anytime soon." Noticing that his praise had less of an effect that he had hoped, he inwardly sighed. "What you encountered today was the actions of a few people, not humanity as a whole. While the persons running the base exhibited the basest of humanity darker emotions, rest assured that they are in no way the majority or even a significant fraction of people. In the days and weeks to come, I unfortunately expect that this incident will be forefront in your thoughts. Expect that you will have a nightmare or two, it's normal after enduring an experience like this. If at any time you feel you need to, either Ms. Munroe or myself will be happy to sit down and talk with you."
Still mentally running through the mutant's memories, he decided to debrief the team. "Now, on to the new mutant. I've been scanning his mind while he is unconscious and I've learned that he was not attacking you specifically, he was terrified and anyone in his way of the first possible way for him to escape was targeted as an enemy. When you ceased trying to detain him, he ran instead of attacking you. With what I've learned from boy so far, which unfortunately, does not include his name, I have come to the conclusion that he is going to have to stay in the isolation room for the time being for both his, and our safety." Noticing both Rogue's and Kitty's faces start to frown, he interjected. "It is for the best, he needs an environment that he does not feel threatened."
Relief washing over him as he sensed nothing but acceptance, he rolled out from behind his desk. "It's been a long day and all of you have school tomorrow. Go to bed. And remember, if you feel the need to talk, we are here."
Watching the teens file out of the room, he kept his face carefully neutral until the last of them had exited and the door clicked shut. Turning to Ororo and Logan, he leaned back in his chair. "I did not want to expose the children to what I have discovered from our young mutant. First of all, he is approximately three years old."
Both Storm and Logan just waited for Xavier to finish his statement. Getting nothing but the knowing stare Xavier is so famous for, Logan spoke up. "You mean he only has memories for the past three years right Chuck?"
Xavier smiled. "No Logan. He is not missing any memories. I saw some.childhood memories and there was a calendar in some of the earlier ones. The date was three years ago next month."
Storm glid over to one of the plush leather chairs and sat down. "How is that possible Charles? He would be an infant at that age."
Xavier's brow lowered in thought. "I'm not entirely sure how Ororo. It could have something to do with his mutation."
Logan fished around a shirt pocket before pulling a half smoked cigar out and jamming it into his mouth. "Any idea where they took him from? You said you had some of his memories from when he was a kid. Gotta be something there we can use to find his parents."
Xavier visibly deflated. "Logan, from what I can ascertain, he was either taken to that facility as an infant, or he was born there."
Storm leaned forward and very delicately asked. "And when did these people start their experiments?"
Xavier's face was inhumanly blank. "They started before he can remember."
Silence reigned throughout the office.
Xavier rolled out from the desk and settled next to the roaring fireplace. "That was my first reaction as well. Unfortunately, this also brings up another problem. He isn't mentally human. He never developed a mentality past the animal you encountered. He's relatively intelligent, and he's cunning, but there isn't any sentience. This means he might never adjust to being released."
Logan dug his matches out of his jacket and used a thumb to spark it. Puffing the cigar up to a respectable cherry, he blew a cloud of smoke towards the ceiling. "Sounds kinda like me when I go into a berserker rage. We can toss him in the danger room and let him work it out against that. Always works for me."
Storm nodded and spoke. "Surely Charles, some regimen of therapy would allow him to integrate into the world. No one deserves to be locked up for the rest of their life for something they have no control of."
A look of mild frustration passed Xavier's face. "In other circumstances, I would agree with you Ororo, there are several methods of therapy that could assist him. But the issue we have to deal with is that there is 'no' previous human state of mind for me to bring out. From what I can tell, he's been feral from the moment he was born until now. There just isn't anything for me or anyone else to work on."
Logan scowled. "So you just planning on leaving him like that Chuck? Ain't gonna happen."
Xavier slightly grinned. "I have an idea on something I can do, but I will have to do additional research to see if it would even be possible."
He sat for a moment, gazing into the fire before once again folding his hands under his nose. "On another, somewhat related note, I discovered why he did not attack Kitty." His intense gaze speared both Ororo and Logan. "But this is not to be repeated to any of the students, for any reason." Both of them nodded. "Just before he was about to finish Kitty off, he smelled something on her. Something that I pray isn't true." Taking a deep breath, he slowly let it out before speaking.
"Kitty is pregnant."
Xavier inwardly smiled as Ororo's normally implacable calm shattered with shock and Logan's cigar fell out of his gaping mouth. Quickly continuing before either of them started with their inevitable questions. "Or at least the boy believes it. He smelled it on her."
Ororo was the first to regain her composure. "And do we know for certain Charles? It would be a shame for someone her age to raise a child, even in a supportive household."
Logan bent down and picked up his cigar, jamming it back into the side of his mouth. "I don't think so Storm, I would have smelled something before now. What's that kid's name that's always after her? Alvers or something. I woulda smelled his stench if she had been...roaming."
Xavier inwardly winced at Logan's rough term for it, but kept his face neutral. "I agree with Logan Ororo. Someone would have noticed something by this point. But that is off the issue. While a pregnant student would be a difficulty, I am more worried by the boy's response. His reaction to it seems somewhat extreme. From what Kitty said, he collapsed after smelling her bare skin. When I was probing his memories, I noticed an almost artificial quality to his loss of aggression. He mentally shifted to a non- aggressive state within a fraction of a second. It makes me wonder why."
Moving back to his desk, he continued. "Either way, I believe that we have all had a long and exhausting day, both physically and mentally. I advise both of you to retire for the night. Tomorrow is when the children are going to start to react to what they saw and we need to be ready to offer counsel."
Ororo and Logan offered no arguments, merely leaving the room. Xavier retreated to his thoughts, trying to devise a plan to keep the boy out of a locked room for the rest of his life.
The next morning
Kitty was roused from sleep by the low murmur of voices in her room. Exasperated, she flipped onto her stomach before jamming the pillow over her head in an attempt to catch just a little more sleep. - My stupid alarm hasn't even gone off yet. Can't Jubes just like go somewhere else?-- Jamming the pillow harder around her head didn't completely block the voices. Growling in frustration, she peeked out from her pillow and almost screamed when she saw she had been asleep for a grand total of fifteen minutes. Tossing the pillow off, she flipped over and sat up. Seeing Jubilee, Amara, and Rhane all standing at the foot of her bed staring at her with wide eyes, she bit out. "Can't you guys like talk somewhere else? I totally need some sleep right now." Needless to say, she didn't get quite the reaction she was looking for.
Jubilee opened and closed her mouth twice. This in itself piqued Kitty's interest, Jubilee never shut up. Amara gently shoved Jubilee towards the head of the bed. Still wondering what they were doing, Kitty snapped. "What? I like could really use some sleep. Go downstairs or something. And why are you looking at me like that?"
Kitty's demand seemed to break whatever trance Jubilee had slipped into. "Hey Kitty, we were just wondering if we should start moving my stuff to a different room or something. You know, you could use the extra space soon and stuff. And were going to see if we could get the room redecorated for you two."
Kitty listened to Jubilee's rapid fire speech and decided she'd had enough. "QUIET!" Jubilee's seemingly never-ending flood of words sputtered out.
Tossing back he covers, Kitty leapt out of her bed. She stared hard at the three girls. Pointing to Jubilee, she bit out. "You. Quickly and like 'concisely' tell me what the hell you are talking about."
Uncharacteristically fidgeting, Jubilee finally sat down and looked apologetic. "We were going to get some chow when we heard the news from the Professor."
Kitty waited for Jubilee to elaborate. Finally deciding that she wasn't going to get some sleep unless she dragged it out of Jubilee, she growled. "WHAT news?"
Jubilee looked about to bolt. "You know, we didn't mean to hear it, but the door to his office was cracked open a little and we were walking right next to it and."
Having had entirely too much already, Kitty cut Jubilee off with a chop of her hand. Taking a deep breath, she belted out. "What the HELL are you talking about?"
Jubilee squeaked. "We heard the Professor say you're pregnant."
Kitty stared at her.
Jubilee stared back.
Kitty rolled her eyes. "Whatever, just let me sleep, I'm tired." She flopped back into bed before pulling the covers over her head.