Ok, third chapter already, wow for me! So, thank you very much to the two people who actually read my story. In response, Yes, Wolverine will be in here, either by next chapter or the one after that. And no, it will not be a juby/woly romance. I apologize to all who like that, but personally, I am a fan of the comics and love their whole parental/partner thing they have going on.

      Also, this will be a sort of x-men/evolution x-over, thus Scott, jean, rogue and all are in high school. Same will go for wolverine, (well, his appearance will be that of a high school senior, but we all know about his botched up past). And those are all the spoilers for tonight. Thanks a lot guys, and keep reading!

Disclaimer: Am I going to have to do this every time? Sigh. Said it before, I'll say it again. I don't OWN (technically) any of the x-men characters utilized in this FAN fiction. (See that? It says fan. As in "like it, don't own it. Got it?)

K, read!

      Jubilee licked her lips nervously. Reaching out for the phone, she winced as she heard her mother's angry tone. The headmistress sat back, contently.

      "Hey, mummy! What's up?"

      Slinking her knapsack over her shoulder, Jubes strapped her roller blades snugly. Usually the thought of missing school to go home would brighten her cynical demeanour, but not today. Her mother's words echoed angrily through her mind;

      "Jubilation Lee! Is this your life mission? To dishonour our family? We move from China to build better life for you! Your father work very, VERY hard to gain his position! We have blessed you with money and good education! WHY! Why were we cursed with such, such, insolence for a child? Go home. You leave school right now and go home. We will fax your punishment to your nanny...let her deal with you."

      Her skating became rhythmic and furious. The gravel sent pleasant tingling's up her legs but remained unnoticed. She could feel her nose and eyes sting with tears fighting to be shed.

      What's the point? She thought to herself. This is nothing new. They never cared before, why should the start now?

      Rounding the bend, she threw her arms out to regain balance. Her navy jumper held tight until she heard a soft 'rip!' Tiny rocks flew around her as her feet soared from beneath her.

      As she tightened into a ball, the sharp feel of cement shaved her skin and she slowly flopped to a stop. Feeling the stares of bystanders, Jubilee felt her face burn with embarrassment.

      She stood up shakily, ignoring their feigned sympathy and ripped the sports jacket from beneath her bag. The tie was next. After that was fixed around her split knee, she un-tucked her now wrinkled white blouse, and rolled the top of her pleated kilt for enhanced movement.

      Gliding the few next blocks resulted without further incident; that was until she spotted Banker's Hall. The building arched far overhead, and its reflecting material mirrored Beverly Hill's sun. It was within that structure her parent's sat. It was there their attentions where prioritized; before their life, marriage, or daughter.

      Her round face hardened at that thought. She skated up to the cool metal doors. Grasping the handle, she pulled them open.

      They can't ignore me if I'm there, she thought connivingly. Jubes, my dear, you are a genius!

      "You can see then, Mr Lee, why this investment cannot be delayed any further. It is a reality; mutants exist. They are all around us and it is up to proud citizens like ourselves to uphold the American virtue of purity." Matt paused. Picking up the glass pitcher, he gazed out the window. As he poured himself a drink, he continued. "In collaboration with your prominent business and my own, Telware security can do just that."

      Mr Lee remained still. Taking a deep breath, he spoke.

      Jubilee fidgeted. After slipping past security, she found herself in the airway system. Climbing through the dizzying tunnels was an obstacle to say the least. At last, she had made it!

      Below her sat her father and an odd looking man. Tall and thin, thick blond hair crowned his angular head. He stared at her father through bright, beady eyes. He had a slight twitch to his left eye, and she noticed a pale scar beneath his left cheek. He seemed trustworthy enough, but she couldn't shake the anxious feeling he gave her. She leaned in closer.

      They'd been discussing rather boring subjects, save the last few minutes. The Telaware guy had began a speech on a mutant tracking service.

      Drawing her round lips into a frown, she crinkled her nose. Mutants? Why would someone want to track them?

      Had she, perhaps been paying more attention to her surroundings, she would have heard the metal groan. She would have felt the tunnel shift slightly. Unfortunately, like most teenagers, she paid no heed to those warning signs. Instead, she redirected her attention to the conversation below.

      "I understand your concerns, Mister Hudson. My bank, however, has no interest in involving itself with any sort of spy ware. We work in the best interest of our costumers, and feel it a unnecessary precaution." Mr Lee's voice was slightly shaken, but firm.

      Matt Hudson glared at the short Chinese man. His upper lip curled into a quiet snarl.

      "You realize, of course, the akwardness of this situation. Telaware Tech has been an avid sponsor of your business since you began a little over twelve years ago. Perhaps you do not realize the urgency of this matter."

Standing, the Caucasian walked threateningly towards the other man. Mr Lee stood in response.

"Do not threaten me, Mr Hudson. You may be accustom to others bending to your will. This is my company. It runs as I see fit. Now, kindly gather your things and leave." Mr Hudson advanced. "Now," he repeated.

Suddenly, a loud groan caught their attention. Throwing their gazes upwards, they gasped, and raced immediately from the office. No sooner had they flung themselves from the room did the ceiling collapse. A scream resonated across the floor as the metal air conditioning duct crushed the desk. A loud boom drowned out the frightened cries.

The dust settled slowly, and both Mr Hudson and Lee approached cautiously. A small figure heaved the foamy tiles from over her, and coughed. Slowly, Jubilee stood, looking sheepish.

"Oh,...um, hey dad...*cough, cough*"

Mr Lee's look of astonishment morphed slowly into inexpressible anger. Coolly turning to his guest, he signalled his receptionist.

"Lola, please escort Mr Hudson to his car, while I speak to this, delinquent."

And...I'm spent!