Thanx everybody for the reviews! I was so happy, I was bouncing off the walls without consuming sugar! Yay! This chapter is dedicated to my cat, Willie. Thanks for walking all over the keyboard while I'm typing. :-Þ
X-Men are not mine. Nor are they my cat's.
Ch. 3 of "The seatbelt sign should be on at all times" called "A Perfect Substitute for a Landing Dock"
Rachel came to with a horrible pain in her head. The last thing she remembered before blacking out was an oncoming ocean.
Oh yeah. And that everyone was screaming like kindergarteners.
She had tried to steady the plane with her TK but the speed was just too great. She had succeeded in slightly slowing it down but passed out just before impact.
Now, she rubbed her aching forehead in pain and exhaustion.
That's when she noticed was that there was about a half inch of water along the entire floor of the plane. She ran a gloved hand through her hair. When she pulled it back, her yellow glove was stained blood red.
A strong hand gripped her shoulder.
"Hey. You all right?"
Logan's gruff voice rang through her head giving her a headache.
"Fine," she muttered, still massaging her head. Suddenly she remembered the cause of their crash.
"OH MY GOD! IS MOM ALL RIGHT?"
"She's fine. She's on the roof."
Without a second thought, Rachel was out the door and levitating herself up to the roof of the flooded jet.
Logan smirked before muttering sarcastically, "Emma? Oh she's fine too. Thanks for asking"
Once she landed on the hood she surveyed the scene in front of her. The front glass of the jet was completely shattered and a section of the roof was dented. Jean and Scott were whispering something to each other. Jean held a bundle in her arms wrapped in an official X-Men jacket.
She looked around and saw Emma and Hank on the other side of the plane also whispering but slightly more forcefully. A similar blanket was in Emma's arms.
Betsy was nowhere to be seen.
"Rachel!" Jean called her over.
Rachel ran over.
"Are you all right? How's the baby? What happened?"
"Yes. Fine. Miracle." Scott said with a smile.
She noticed in her reflection in Scott's visor that she had a slash along her left cheek
"Jessica owes you her life," Jean said, slightly tilting the blanket so that Rachel could see.
The baby had been cleaned up and was a spitting image of Scott. There was a lot of brown hair on the baby's head and as she slowly blinked her eyes opened, she saw that Jessica had dark brown eyes like Cyclops used to have.
She yawned and snuggled back into her mother.
"Rachel…"
Rachel looked at her father.
"I'm in the mood to hear that funny story of your birth," he saidrather coldly.
She let out another nervous chuckle.
"Well…when I was born…mom sort of…you know…he he…telekenetically blacked out Westchester for a week and a half," she responded.
"Poor you" Emma said as she and Hank walked over to where they were. In contrast to Jean and Scott's baby, Hank and Emma's baby was chubby like and had a small patch of blue hair on her head. But she had Emma's eyes. Crystal blue eyes that were currently closed.
"Did you two finally decide on a name?" Jean said with mock curiosity.
"In fact we did," Hank said, "say 'hi' to Emily McCoy"
"Emily Frost-McCoy," Emma corrected.
Rachel giggled.
"How'd you get to that?" Logan asked as he lifted himself to the roof of the X-Jet.
"I thought of the name because of Emily Dickens," he said with a proud smile.
Everyone looked to Emma for her explanation.
"What?" she asked innocently. "It's the closest it gets to Emma Jr."
Suddenly Betsy came out of the water, gasping for breath. Rachel and Logan went to help pull her up.
"What did you find out?" Scott asked as the two sets of new parents came to the edge of the jet.
"That…" she gasped, "that…you and Jean…should never…have another…child"
"Why?"
"Because…Jean has blown…every…single…electronic device…on this heap."
"Everything?" Hank asked slightly shocked.
"Everything…and the coffee…maker."
All the X-Men groaned.
They were stranded in the middle of the Pacific Ocean, with two newborn babies, and no coffee.
"Did you find out what's holding us up?"
"Yeah," she said as she was helped to her feet, "we're…on top of…a sort of…under ground…island"
"Miracles do happen," Scott said as he threw an arm around Jean's shoulders for a side-ways hug.
"Indeed they do," Jean said resting her head on his chest.
"Oh...please," Betsy muttered under her breath.
In case you were wondering, here's how I got to naming Jean's baby: I think "jean" then I think "phoenix" then I think "dark phoenix" then I think "Shi'ar called her the chaos bringer; dark angel" then I think "hey! That's a TV show" then I think "that's the show with Jessica Alba" then I think "don't I have homework to do? Oh well…" then I think "Jessica would be a great name for Jean's baby!"
Teaser: Will the X-Men ever be rescued? Is anyone looking for them? How will they endure? How will Psylocke survive without her coffee? Tune in next time on "The Seatbelt Sign Should Be On At All Times" (sound echos)!