Thanks to all who reviewed the last 11 chapters. I had problems when uploading originally and several chapters went missing. I have fixed the problem and now the story makes more sense.
Disclaimers: Usual stuff. I'm not Marvel in any sense of the word. I don't own em but my birthday is coming up. I wouldn't object to a gift wrapped Wolvie showing up at my door (Hint, hint, hint).
Chapter 12
Xavier and Magneto had been staring at the monitor for hours, looking at the schematic of the chip. Neither was hopeful for a positive outcome. It was extremely complex with configurations that both were unfamiliar with.
"I'm sorry, Charles," Magneto sighed, defeated, "The only circuit I recognize is this one, the locator circuit".
"Can you disable it?" Charles asked hopefully.
"To remove the rest of the wiring, I have to hold on to something. I would prefer to hold on to a part of the chip that is known rather risk an unknown. I have excellent control, but these connections are microscopic. I will have to leave the locator intact."
"What about a small electromagnetic pulse to destroy that part of the chip?"
"A pulse that close to the brain stem could easily kill her. I won't risk it."
Charles leaned back in his chair, resting his chin on his steep led fingertips. "I wish I could get a hold of Kitty. She could phase her hand through Kates' head and deactivate the chip."
"Where is she?" Magneto asked.
"I don't know," he replied. "She and Logan had a loud argument after he told her he was going to ask you for help. She left with most of her belongings and hasn't been seen since. I'm afraid this situation has torn apart a very close family. I'm not sure if they will ever be the same."
"Families change, Charles," Eric said. "Both of the children Wolverine has taken in have grown and now have opinions of their own. That's the price of fatherhood. They are both young women now and their views of life won't necessarily match his."
A knock at the door interrupted them. The door opened to admit Jean carrying a tea tray with another tray following behind her.
"Dinner, gentlemen," she announced, placing the trays on the desk. "Hank wants to discuss exit routes for the wires before you do this. He wants to minimize the damage you will have to do."
"Thank you, Jean," Xavier told her. "We will meet with Beast after dinner."
"I'll let him know," Jean said as she left the room.
She closed the door and leaned against it, shaking her head, trying to clear the congestion. The dampeners have been on for five days now and she was feeling awful. Snow and cold had kept the residents indoors the whole time and several of the students were unable to attend class sue to the constant psychic buzzing and congestion. The Professor was looking worse every day. They needed to get out of the range of the dampeners soon.
She felt a hand touch her arm. Looking up, she saw her husband standing before her with a concerned look on his face.
"Are you all right?" he asked.
"I will be, as soon as those awful things are turned off," she said, testily. "I feel as if I'm in a box. I know they aren't a torture device, but they could be. It's not total sensory deprivation, but it's close."
"It won't be for much longer," he told her, pulling her into his arms. "Why don't we go out to dinner and get away from them."
"I don't know, Scott," she started.
"Dinner out and a hotel room for the night," he pleaded. "That way, you can be as loud as you want."
"I'm not loud," she protested.
"You're a screamer, Sweetheart," he told her. "I wouldn't have it any other way. It's an incredible turn on."
He ran his tongue, lightly down her neck as he brushed a nipple with his hand. It hardened, instantly. He kissed her lightly, teasing her. His hand slipped under her sweater to caress her breast above her bra. He kissed her, fully, tongues thrusting, tasting. He became bolder, his fingers slipping inside her bra, rolling the tortured nipple.
"Dinner and hot sex," he promised. "No kids, knocking of the door. No Professor, no Magneto. Just the two of us and a king sized bed."
"Get a room, you two," Jubilee interrupted as she came down the stairs. "This is a no groping zone."
Jean jumped and looked down at her feet, embarrassed. Scott sighed and slowly withdrew his hand, stroking her side as he went. He reached up and patted the treasured breast and stepped away from her. Jeans' knees trembled with desire, her cheeks red.
"Jubilee agrees with me," his voice deep with longing.
"You guys going out?" she asked. "The Milton has nice rooms with big beds."
"Jubilee," Scott warned.
"Sorry, not my business," she said, unrepentant. "But it's a great place and the room service is to die for."
"And just how would you know, young lady," he demanded.
"Um, yeah," she said as she sidled toward the dining room door. "Wolvie told me," she yelled as she made her escape.
"Please tell me that one's on the pill," Scott begged, banging his head on the wall.
"They all are," Jean told him. "We can't stop them from experimenting. All we can do is advise."
"Better not let Wolverine know she knows about the Milton," he said, cringing. "I wouldn't want to be the boy who took her there when he finds out.
"Let's pack an overnight bag and go," he said, grabbing her hand and dragging her towards their room.