Author's Note: I would like to preface this story by acknowledging that I have no right to be starting a new story when I have two desperately in need of completion. However, this story won't leave me alone, so I had to start it.

For the sake of this story, Jubilee is about 14 years old and takes place around the time of X-Men #1 (2nd Series) when X-Factor rejoined the X-Men. This time slot is not completely set in stone, and the events within are not necessarily canonical. That means, it may not exactly fit with what has happened in the past or what has been stated will happen in the future. I'm just having fun, here.

I would like to thank Closetfan for the inspiration of putting these two characters together. I hope you'll consider it a compliment and not a rip-off. I also hope there aren't any other stories out there already like this. I know it's a pretty basic idea, so the chances are pretty good. If any similarities exist, I promise they're entirely accidental.

I don't own the X-Men, Cyclops, Jubilee, or any other related characters. I'm not getting paid for writing this story. And now, without further ado:

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"I don't believe this," Jubilation Lee muttered to herself as she exited the elevator and stepped into the secondary sub-basement of the X-Men's headquarters, located far beneath Xavier's Institute of Higher Learning. She gave the edge of the yellow, leathery glove that ended just shy of her elbow a slight tug and pushed the sleeve of her identically colored and similarly styled jacket further up her bicep.

I've been all over the world, in outer space, fought ninjas and freaky scary alien guys, and STILL they tell me I'm too inexperienced to join the X-Men. What a lotta bologna. And who do they stick me with? Jubilee asked herself as the door to the Danger Room whooshed open. Scott Summers: The only person in history who was born a bitter old man.

Scott watched as the doors came open, his hands crossed on his chest. He tried to tell himself that it didn't matter that Jubilee was ten minutes late, that it was their first lesson together, and that she'd do better next time. The furled brow beneath her large sunglasses and the pouting of her lips told a different story. Judging by appearances, she didn't want to be there anymore than he did.

Her tiny frame was dwarfed by the gigantic doorway. Scott remembered the first time he'd stepped through those doors (though it was definitely a very different Danger Room back then) and how imposing it had been, and how utterly terrified he'd felt deep in his stomach. Jubilee, however, marched towards Scott with a "can we get this over with" expression and a determined gait.

Scott's dealings with Jubilee had been limited in the past. For the first time, he saw a glimpse of the "spirit" the others had been telling him about.

The gigantic room was empty except for the two figures. Jubilee's lip curled as she approached. Scott was in full "X-Man" costume, blue tights that exposed every muscular ripped (yuck) with yellow belts wrapped around him for seemingly no reason. (ugh)

Jubilee stopped a few feet in front of Cyclops and she tensed her comparatively small body. With a crisp salute, she said, "Jubilee, reporting for duty, sir." Her voice echoed throughout the stark room, and Jubilee had a hard time hearing herself. When Cyclops replied, though, his words were as clear as a bell.

"You're late."

He uncrossed his arms, and Jubilee saw for the first time that he was holding something in his hand. It looked like a large remote control and, from what Jubilee could see, it had a LOT of buttons. She stood on her toes, trying to watch what Cyclops was doing. After pressing what seemed like a bazillion buttons, he actually lifted the remote to his mouth and spoke softly. Jubilee couldn't be certain, but it sounded like he said, "Jubilee Training: Energy Based Beginner-Level One."

Beginner? she thought. Pfft. Jackass. She stuck her tongue out, but quickly pulled it back in her mouth as Cyclops dropped the remote and his gaze fell on her. His eyes were hidden behind his big, yellow visor. Jubilee had no way of knowing if he'd seen her. He certainly didn't act like he did.

Around them, the room seemed to dissipate into bits and pieces, like snow on the TV when the cable's out, and then re-corporated, forming into park-like surroundings with trees and grass. The ceiling disappeared and was replaced by a clear, blue sky. A soft breeze carried seemingly fresh air and the sounds of birds singing. A winding sidewalk, (that Jubilee noticed was, somewhat unrealistically, lacking seams) was surrounded by brown colored targets, of varying heights and designs. Farther down the path, the targets, marked with white circle and a black "X", were moving. Wow, she thought, though she purposely kept her surprise to herself.

"We both know why you're here," Cyclops said. Oddly, with the park illusion in place, his voice didn't echo at all. "Both Wolverine and Psylocke have spoken very highly of you and even recommended a place for you among the X-Men. The Professor, who values both of their opinions, has given ear but is concerned about your young age and your experience level with your mutant powers. He asked me to begin training you."

He turned and stepped off of the path, onto the grass. "I think you have the right to know that I think it's a bad idea."

This time, the gesture Jubilee made behind Cyclops' back was far ruder than a "raspberry," and she couldn't have cared less if he saw it.

"Why don't you just let Wolvie train me?" Jubilee said. "Me an' Logan have been through all kinds of stuff, and I'll bet my skates that he'd never have me 'paffin' at cardboard boxes."

"Professor Xavier asked me because we have similar, energy-based powers," Scott said. He didn't mention the rest: That both the Professor and he were concerned about the time Jubilee and Wolverine had already spent together. "And, believe it or not," he continued, "There ARE some things Wolverine can't teach you."

Nuthin' YOU know, four eyes, Jubilee muttered to herself.

"Okay, let's get started," Scott said. "The exercise is fairly simple. I noticed that you failed to bring your roller-skates like I asked you."

"Whoops," Jubilee said softly.

"I'm glad I had the forethought to have Hank program a pair," Cyclops said. He pressed a button and a bench appeared with a pair of black rollerblades sitting on it. Scott gestured towards them and continued explaining the session. "You'll skate down this path and try to hit as many targets as you can, as quickly as you can."

Jubilee stepped off of the path and sat down on the bench, pulling her shoes off of her petite feet. "They're roller-blades," she corrected too softly for Scott to hear. "Sheesh."

She had to give it to Beast. The wheels were awesome. She had them laced in no time, and she made her way carefully through the grass and hopped onto the hard path. With her legs turned outwards, she made lazy circles. She had to smile. Blade-ing was always fun, even if sourpuss was watching.

"I'll be timing you," Scott said. "Get ready…"

Jubilee spun out of her spiral, faced the track, dropped her sunglasses from the top of her head, and pushed them into place with her index finger. "Say when, chief."

"Go!" Cyclops yelled, pressing a button on the controller. He watched her with a definite lack of amusement as she lazily pressed forward. With a mocking, leisurely pace, Jubilee rolled her way down the path. As she passed each target, she flicked her finger, or snapped, or gestured, and each time a different colored plasmoid would flow, or zig-zag, or twirl its way until finally exploding with a burst of light in front of its target.

The closer she got to the end of the path, the more her posturing increased, until she was swinging her bottom, dancing to an unheard beat. With a flourish, she crossed her arms, flinging two 'paffs' simultaneously to hit two targets located parallel to each other on each side of the path. Jubilee hopped over the white finish line near the end of the path, twirled around, and raised her arms high into the sky. "Ta-daaa!" she declared.

She gulped audibly when she saw the expression on Cyclops' face. The red visor hiding his eyes seemed to glow eerily, and his lips were turned into a sour frown. "Heh, tough crowd," Jubilee said, shrugging her shoulders.

"How'd I do?" she asked. "Perfect score, right?"

"Wrong," Scott said, still scowling. "The point wasn't to see if you could hit the targets. I wanted to see if you could hit them while moving at a brisk speed, and if you could take an order seriously. Unfortunately, I only got the answer to one of those questions. Do it again."

"This is so lame," Jubilee muttered as she slowly made her way back to the starting point, her arms swinging lazily by her side, and she shoulders hanging low.

"Please show some respect," Scott said. "I hate feeling like I'm wasting my time."

"My mate meeling mike mime masting my mime," Jubilee mocked under her breath.

Finally, she rolled into place.

"Since you're so obviously bored with the targets, how about we up the stakes a little," Scott said.

"Sweet," Jubilee smiled, rubbing her hands together. "Now we're talking."

Cyclops pushed some buttons and spoke into the remote again. This time, Jubilee could hear clearly: "Jubilee Training: Energy Based Intermediate-Level One."

That's more like it, Jubilee thought. The targets and their brown supports disappeared, replaced by men of varying sizes, standing next to the path. They were dressed like a motorcycle gang, and they couldn't have seemed more out of place in the paradisaic surroundings. Each of them held a weapon of some sort—a chain, a bat, a pipe, the whole gamut.

Jubilee laced her fingers and bent them backwards, and Scott winced as he heard several joints crack. "Hide and watch, fearless leader, cause I'm about to show you how it's done! Blind and befuddled baddies, comin' up!"

Scott nodded as he observed the young girl's jaw tense. Her foot slowly turned, as if digging into the ground, waiting for his 'Go." Finally, he thought, she's taking this seriously.

"Be careful," he warned. "They will start swinging once I activate the training."

A large, pink bubble formed out of Jubilee's mouth and then exploded. She skillfully pulled the gum into her mouth without any visible remains. "No problemo, Cyke, just hit the buzzer already."

Scott sighed and held his finger over the activation button. "Ready…" he said. "Go!"

This time, Jubilee's rollerblades clacked on the ground as she pumped her legs and swung her arms. With just a few steps, she was rocketing down the sidewalk. She flashed both hands as she met the first thug, whose face was covered with a thick, red beard. She deftly ducked the sweep of his bat and laughed as her fireworks exploded in his face and sent him reeling.

Watching with squinted eyes, the hint of a smile began to show on the edges of Scott's lips. The girl's laughter was certainly infectious, and he had to admit, yet again, that he was impressed. Her speed and agility were highly developed, and she avoided blow after potentially crushing blow, just as Logan had said she would. The girl was truly a marvel.

As she reached the end of the path, the smile fell from Scott's lips. Don't lose focus, he thought. Pay attention.

Jubilee was in her glory. The air was in her hair, and the goons were dropping like flies. "Told you, Scotty" she cried out. "It's as easy as pie!" Her laughter again rose above the sound of her rollerblades, slicing down the course. She approached the final two thugs, standing next to each other. She noticed one of them was larger than the other, but wasn't too concerned. He wasn't even holding a weapon. Mirroring her motions before, she crossed her arms and sent two blobs of energy at the men. The man on the left threw his chain across the sidewalk, trying to trip her up. "Ha!" she yelled, as she jumped, grabbing her skates behind her.

Suddenly, though, she was snatched from mid-air, a massive hand clawing into her shirt and scratching across her sternum. He pulled Jubilee close to his face, and she cried out, suddenly recognizing the face underneath the cowboy hat. "S-s-Sabretooth!" she shouted. His white eyes squinted with delight and he smiled, showing a mouth full of razor-sharp teeth.

Jubilee's hands tore at Sabretooth's, and fireworks flew around them, exploding with brilliance that had even Jubilee closing her eyes. Sabretooth brought his arm across his eyes, crying out with pain, but his grip held tight. Jubilee kicked him in the shin as hard as she could, but she might as well have been kicking a wall. Victor Creed laughed, and Jubilee gasped as he drew back a clawed hand. "Nice knowin' ya!" he said in his deep, gravelly voice.

Jubilee closed her eyes tight as the claws rushed forward, ready to punch right through her face.

"Freeze," she heard Scott's voice say.

Jubilee opened her eyes to see two clawed fingers frozen inches from her eyes.

"Delete caricature: Sabretooth."

The hologram holding her disappeared, and Jubilee fell onto the ground. Her knees buckled beneath her, and she sat, her legs crumpled under her, and tried to catch her breath.

Scott walked quickly to her side. "Are you okay," he said, his voice calm and controlled.

"What d'you mean, am I okay?" Jubilee yelled, turning on him suddenly, her eyes dulled by dampness. "You sunuvva… You did that on purpose!"

"It was part of the program," Cyclops explained, keeping his voice even. "You weren't paying attention."

"You almost got me killed!" she said. She pulled her legs out from under her, not caring that she scraped her bare knees on the ground. She frantically started tugging at the laces on the boots. "And you did it on purpose! You wanted to scare me so I'd quit." She wiped her nose. "I can't believe this. You wait until I tell Wolvie. I thought you were supposed to be the nice guy?" She threw the second shoe free from her foot and onto the grass. She looked up at Scott, red-faced, embarrassed and angry.

"I thought you wanted to be an X-Man," Scott said, his face an empty page.

"Shove it," Jubilee said, and she leapt from the ground, stopping only to pick up her shoes, and stomped out of the Danger Room.

Scott Summers didn'tturn around until he heard the door close behind her.

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So that's the first chapter... No, it's not over. So how'd I do? I hope you liked it. I hope I didn't suck too much, writing for Jubilee. This is my first time using her in a story. Thanks for reading!