1ž Ť k B JUBILATION PHOENIX
By Lady Phoenix

PROLOGUE:

It was a quiet night. The kind that you just lay back and enjoy, and
the X-Men were no exception to the rule. Jean and Scott
were sleeping in their cottage. Practically everyone else was asleep
in the mansion with the exception of Remy (Gambit)
LeBeau (who was out with Bishop, trying to find a good time) and
Sam (Cannonball) Guthrie (who was on monitor watch for
the night). It was one of the few nights the team could actually rest
and not have a worry in the world (or so they thought).
Suddenly, from both the mansion and the cottage; three screams
broke into the calm of the night.

"NOOO!", howled Jean.

"Honey, what's wrong?", Scott cried out. "What is it?"

"Scott, she's coming back. The Phoenix is coming back." Jean was
screaming, almost in physical agony.

"What do you mean Jean? Is it Rachel, is she coming back to us?"
Scott asked.

"No, you don't understand. I mean the Phoenix entity. That's what's
coming back. And it's looking for a new host."

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"Let's work it . . . , come on . . . , you can do it . . . , just five more . .
. , let's do it . . . , come on . . . , and five . . . , four . . . ,
three . . . , two . . . , one . . . , now that wasn't so bad, was it?"

Jubilee could feel the vibrations coming through the floor boards and
the glass that held her now flat soda quivered at the
sounds from the next room. She had been listening to this same
thing for almost the entire time she had been here and this was
indeed the last straw. She crawled out of bed, walked over to her
team mates room and went inside.

"Paige," she started, "I have had enough of this early morning
routine you started. You want to wake with the roosters? Fine.
You want to run twenty miles while it's still dark out? Fine. You want
to do your exercises with Cindy and Richard? That's
great. But this 'crankin' up the volume till my fillings shake' has got
to stop. Now we can do this the nice way or the hard way.
Your choice hayseed."

Paige Guthrie a.k.a. Husk only stood there, staring at her friend,
saying nothing.

"Hayseed, if you think this silent treatment is gonna make me back
off, you got another thing coming. So speak up."

"Jubilee, have you looked at yourself in the mirror this morning?",
Paige asked.

"No, I haven't. I was rudely awakened by one nameless, manner less
type person. Why?", she reached up and touched her
face, "Did I get a piece of gum stuck to me or somethin'?"

Paige just kept staring, "Come on over here to the mirror and take a
look at your self."

Jubilee rolled her eyes upward, asking for strength and walked over
to her friend at the mirror.

"See what I mean? Just look at yourself." Both girls stared at the
reflection in the mirror, unable to believe what they were
seeing. It almost seemed that Jubilee had aged at least three years
over night. Her hair was still the same length but practically
all of her other features had changed. Instead of the rounded face
and straight body of a young child, now her face was more
oval, and her cheek bones had sunk in slightly, giving her more of
an adult Asian look. Her eyes had also changed; now instead
of the solid brown, they had flecks of gold, green and blue. Her body
now had the well-defined curves of a young, slim 16
year-old woman. But those weren't the only things that had changed
on Jubilee; it looked like she had also grown at least 6
inches in height.

Paige was dumbfounded, to say the least and a little afraid for her
friend; after all, she thought, 'if she aged three years over
night, how is she feeling right now? I have to go get Mister Cassidy
or Ms. Frost, they'll know what to do.'

"Jubes? Maybe you should go lie down while I go get Ms. Frost. I'm
sure that whatever happened must have a reasonable
explanation."

"REASONABLE EXPLANATION!!", she screamed, "Paige, I just
aged at least three years overnight, that means I went
from being 13 ˝ years of age to 16 years of age in less than 24
hours, and you're saying that there must be a reasonable
explanation for this! I don't think so, girlfriend."

Paige began to get angry and yelled back at her, "Well, what do you
want me to say! You're the one who came barging in here
this morning. It's not like this happens every single morning you
know!" Then she started pushing Jubilee toward the door,
"Now, I want you to go to your room and lie down while I go get Ms.
Frost. Neither of us knows what kind of changes your
body's gone through or if you've been hurt 'cause of those changes."
Paige touched her friends' shoulder and spoke softly,
"Girlfriend, you are too good a friend for me just to do nothing, so
just go along with it for now. Okay?"

"Okay, Paige. And Paige; don't think that I'll forget about the loud
workout tapes, ya' hear?"

She tried to smile at Jubilee's attempt at a joke but her mouth just
wouldn't cooperate. It was so much easier dealing with
Emplate, Omega Red or some other such enemy; you really didn't
have to think about much, just react to your enemy. But this;
if Jubilee was aged three years in one night, what about tonight and
tomorrow night? And every night afterwards? If she
continued to age like this, she could be an old woman in less than a
month. She didn't want to think about the possibilities, she
just wanted to get Emma and let her take care of it.

Angelo, Everett and Mondo were downstairs getting breakfast with
Artie and Leech when Paige came running in. Everett and
Angelo were in a playful mood and blocked the door so Paige
couldn't get out.

"So country mouse, what will you give me to let you out this
morning?" Angelo asked.

"How about her Mary Hart workout tapes?" Everett said.

Mondo was now getting into the fun, "No way. What about Cindy
Crawford?"

Paige was in no mood for joking around, "You guys, I don't have
time for this. I need to get over to Ms. Frost's place; it's an
emergency."

"Ci, chica, like you expect us to believe that? Now I think the bid was
Cindy. . . ."

Her frustration was at an all time high and she just reacted. She
ripped away her outer skin to reveal solid steel underneath,
then picked up Angelo and Everett by the front of their shirts and
threw them over her shoulders while kicking open the door.
All she said was, "I told you, I don't have time for this."

The guys looked up at the open door and Leech said, "Leech thinks
Husk was serious."

"No kidding amigo, no kidding."

Though it was not really far away, it took Paige a couple of minutes
to get to the headmistress house. She didn't know whether
to just barge in or knock on the door. She wasn't sure if Emma was a
sound sleeper or not, so she compromised.

Paige began hollering, "Ms. Frost, I need to talk to you. It's an
emergency. Ms. Frost, are you awake?" Then she proceeded
to beat the door down, that was until the woman spoke with her
telepathically.

<<Miss Guthrie, do you realize what time it is? Some of us are trying
to get some sleep.>>/ There was heavy sarcasm in her
tone.

<<Ms. Frost, I'm sorry to bother you but there is something wrong
with Jubilee.>>

Emma reached into Paige's mind and saw the events of the
morning, when she saw what happened to her student, concern
replaced sarcasm. <<I'll contact Sean and tell him what's going on. I
want you to get Monet and get Jubilee down to the med.
center immediately.>>

Paige turned to go back to the school, only to find Monet standing in
front of her.

"Husk, I am sure that you are making too much out of this situation.
This could be a natural part of Jubilation's mutation.
Considering that she has been working at increasing her powers, it is
only logical that her body may go through a faster
maturation rate."

Paige's own nervousness was beginning to show through with the
increase of her southern drawl, "Look Monet, 'Ah know that
you and Jubilee don't get along to well, but 'ah believe that she
might be in more trouble than you realize. And 'ah for one am
not going to just stand here doin' nothin'. So, are you comin' with
me?"

The Algerian girl wasn't even offended. "I never said that I wouldn't
help, I just said that you were making a big deal out of
what might be nothing at all. It will be faster if I just flew us up to her
room." Monet then picked her teammate up and flew off
in the direction of the girl's dormitory of the school.

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Emma was in no mood for to wake him up gently, she was about to
give Sean Cassidy the same wake-up call that she had just
received. Sort of.

<<SEAN! SEAN GET UP RIGHT NOW! THIS IS NO TIME FOR
YOU TO BE HAVING WET DREAMS! I NEED
YOU AWAKE RIGHT NOW!!!!!>>

Shocked awake, Sean jerked straight up in bed then fell backwards
onto the floor, "Wha . . . ? Where . . . ? What the hell is
going on? EMMA; that is it! I've told ye before to stay out of me'
mind." He was still groggy from the sudden wake up. All he
knew was that he had a crick in his neck, from getting up too fast, a
large headache from hitting the floor, and an extremely
enraged attitude from having his mind once again invaded by his
colleague.

<<This is no time for your damaged male ego. Something has
happened to Jubilee. It seems that she has aged at least three
years overnight. I've already sent Paige and Monet to take Jubilee to
the med. lab, I want to see if there is internal damage
from this premature aging. I think it would be best for you to contact
Hank and see how soon he can get down here. He is
more of an expert at this than us.>>

He was already getting dressed as Emma filled him in on what was
going on. 'Three years overnight,' he thought, 'what in the
world could have triggered that?' Soon he was on his way to the
communications room while Emma made her way to the med.
lab through the kitchen. She saw the door half way hanging off of its'
hinges and most of the male population of the school
trying to look casual at the far end of the room.

"I will expect a full explanation of what happened here later,
gentlemen." Emma said in her usual arrogant voice. The
'gentlemen' had sense not to say a word.

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Monet, Paige and Jubilee were already in the med. lab and Jubilee
was arguing that nothing was wrong with her and that she
felt fine. Paige was trying to convince her that this was just a
precautionary measure. Emma Frost, on the other hand, felt no
need to convince the girl of anything; a scan had to be done and it
would be done, willingly or not.

<<Jubilee, a physical and internal scan must be done to make sure
that you have not suffered any damage or have been
harmed by this 'change'. So, stop arguing and get on the bed so the
scan can be completed.>>

Ordinarily, the girl would have loved to argue with her teacher on
what was best, just for the sake of arguing. But she knew
that Emma wouldn't hesitate to enter her mind and 'make' her lie
down, and since that didn't seem like a good option; she
obeyed and got on the bed. Emma tried to ready herself for Jubilee's
'new look', but as she walked in, she couldn't help staring
at the student. She was not the childish thirteen year old with the
almost flat featureless body of a little girl. Now, she looked
like an attractive, exotic young woman with well the well-defined
curves that revealed her new found physical maturity.

Jubilee was lying down on the bed, her eyes shut while the beam of
light traveled over her body. She was still wearing the
oversized shirt that she had slept in, and heard Emma walk in.

"Well Monet, what do the read outs tell you?"

"Miss Frost, the computer can detect no anomalies or anything
abnormal within Jubilee's body. Except for some vitamin, and
calcium depletions she is perfectly all right."

"Well geez M, I coulda' told her that one my self. But does anyone
want to listen to someone who might actually make sense
around here? No. . . . ," Jubilee was already tired of Monet and
Paige making a big deal out of what was probably nothing, but
with dear Ms. Frosty adding her two cents in, this could get down
right painful.

Her teacher wasn't too far behind on those feelings, "Miss Lee, I
have just one nerve left this morning and you are starting to
get on it."

The students in the kitchen were still wondering just what brought
both of their teachers out so early in the morning and went
down to the med. lab to find out. Jubilee was just getting off of the
bed when Jonathan and Angelo came walking in with
Mondo, Everett, Leech, Artie and Penance following close behind.

They all stopped suddenly a few feet inside the doorway, staring first
at Jubilee's face then moving downwards when they
stopped.

And there she was, Jubilee wearing only a faded nightshirt which up
till last night was loose fitting and hung below her hips.
Now that same shirt was snug against her chest and the bottom of
the shirt was just above her waist giving clear view of her
panties. She didn't realize what they were staring at.

"Just what do you think you're starin' at?" All she had to do was look
down to see 'exactly' what they were staring at.

Suddenly, Gateway appeared with Sean in an explosion of light, and
dropped the man on the floor.

Sean stood up and spoke to the others in the room, "I just talked to
Xavier and Hank, they are sending the Blackbird and
want us to bring Jubilee immediately."

No one had noticed that Gateway had not stopped spinning his
'whirligig'*. He glanced up at Monet who then turned to her
teacher and said, "Mr. Cassidy, I don't think that we will be needing
the Blackbird. The mentor will take us."

And with a second blast of light; ten students, two teachers and one
teleporter were gone.

Part 2

Beast was in his lab still working on a cure for the Legacy Virus
when Charles Xavier's telepathic summons came through.
<<Hank, I've just received a call from Sean at the school. It seems
that Jubilee has aged approximately three years overnight.
He wants you to come over immediately to see if she has suffered
any physical trauma due to this transformation. Cyclops,
Wolverine and Psylocke are already on their way to the Blackbird.
Please meet them there as quickly as possible.>>

Hank moved around his lab as quickly as possible; picking up the
necessary instruments and medication to treat the young
student. He knew that he had to hurry or Logan would be climbing
the walls with impatience. The Beast just got into the
elevator when his teammate's voice came through the intercom,
"Hank, what the hell are you doin'? Takin' a coffee break on
us? Get the lead out and get up here, quick time."

"Logan, I am moving along as fast as I can. I must make sure that
I'm taking all of the necessary equipment to help Jubilee as
necessary. So in other words, 'Keep your shirt on'."

The monorail that he had to ride to get to the hangar bay usually left
him somewhat queasy but not on this day. This time he
was too busy trying to think of reasons that Jubilee would
prematurely age at such a sudden rate.

One reason could be that this was a natural occurrence for her,
considering that mutation rates were different for everyone.
While most adolescents aged one year at a time only having short
growing 'spurts'; it could indeed be that the young girl didn't
grow in 'spurts' but in 'leaps'. Another could be that something
occurred recently that perhaps 'tricked' her body into growing
at an accelerated rate. The final reason was one that he didn't want
to consider, but had no choice. She could indeed be
infected with some new strain of the 'Legacy Virus'. A strain that
could 'turn on' some latent, far buried mutant ability that
would either cause her to die of old age in the matter of weeks or
quite literally burn out from the virus at the same time. He
believed that Xavier and Logan were already coming to the same
conclusions as he had, but he couldn't let it show. Not yet.
There was no reason to worry the team and those children with his
unfounded ideas. He could only pray that it was a growth
'leap' and not something more deadly. Hank was only halfway to the
hangar when the comm. link came on; it was Cyclops.

"Beast, we won't need to go to the school. Gateway just dropped in
with the whole group; students and teachers."

Hank could hear a slight change in the tone of his friends' voice;
Scott always tried to sound leader-like. Usually very factual
and so little emotion, but this time there was amazement and
surprise in his voice. Hank could only guess that it was Jubilee's
sudden change that put the undertone into his voice. He didn't need
to answer his friend because the monorail had just stopped
at the hangar bay area. He stepped out of the car and saw what put
the amazement into Scott's voice.

For a few years now Hank McCoy had enjoyed guessing how a teen-
aged child would look as an adult. Would the child
develop freckles or would the hair change color? How tall would he
or she grow? These questions were like parts of an
intricate puzzle that he always tried to solve, and he had done the
same guessing game with the former students of this
institution, the group now known as X-Force. He had done
comparatively well, in making the correct assumptions with some
of the students, so he was amazed when he saw Jubilee and
realized just how far off he was on his ideas about her. Jubilation
Lee, who at her last physical had the total height 5 feet 5 inches, had
now grown at least an additional 6 inches which made her
just over 6 feet tall. That was only the first of many changes that the
doctor noticed as he walked closer to her, mentally jotting
down the changes. Her face had more of a slender oval look to it.
Her skin tone was truly different; it was no longer a pale tan,
but now was a more of a rich, deep caramel shade, and it seemed
that she lost a good deal of the 'roundness of youth'. Her
breasts and hips were fuller, more voluptuous and well defined
against the now slender body. The eyes themselves were no
longer a dark brown but now were of a hazel coloring with flecks of
blue, green and gold. It was those very eyes that now
looked at him with fear; fear of this sudden change within herself
and fear that this would make her an outsider among
outsiders.

He gently reached over and touched her arm to reassure, "Jubilee, I
am glad to see you arrived here so quickly, even if it was
by way of teleportation. But the only thing that matters is that you
are here, now. Psylocke, I would like you to accompany us
to the lab and assist me . . . " Jubilee took a step to follow him and
suddenly fell to her knees. She tried to stand back up but
seemed unable to. Monet stepped forward and gently lifted her up.

"I don't know what's wrong; it's like my legs, my body doesn't want to
move. I was fine when I woke up this morning." She
looked up at him, afraid that this was it, that she had the Legacy
Virus and it was now in the process of killing her body. But
Hank wouldn't let her fall into that pit of despair when he wasn't even
sure of what the problem was.

"Monet," he motioned to her, "I want you to take Jubilee directly to
my lab, Betsy and I will be joining you shortly." Waiting for
no further instructions Monet flew with Jubilee still in her arms to the
monorail and back to the mansion.

Emma stepped forward and spoke to Beast and Psylocke. "I am her
teacher, 'Dr. McCoy', I believe that a higher trained
empath like myself could help far better then a lower level empath
like Ms. Braddock. No offense Elizabeth." "Emma, I am
sure that you only have the best interests of your student in mind
but, since Jubilee now lives with you at the school, her mind
would be too shielded from you for me to help her. While Psylocke
has had contact with Jubilee in the past, she is of a more
casual acquaintance. She is the one who will aid me."

And with that he and Psylocke were gone, not giving Emma the
chance to argue with them. But it was the Asian X-Man who
had the last word or thought as the case was. <<No offense, Emma
darling, I guess he needs a lower level empath like me.>>

On the way down to the lab, Elizabeth explained to him that Jubilee
would have a great need for privacy, and having the other
X-Men walk in, even to help would be embarrassing. So, stopping by
his office, Hank contacted Xavier and asked him to
inform the others not to come down to the lab or the surrounding
rooms to check up on Jubilee. Both girls were already in the
lab; Jubilee was in an examination gown and lying on one of the
beds while Monet sat there talking to her. They both stopped
talking when they heard the door open.

"Miss St. Croix, would you be so kind as to wait with the others
upstairs with the others while Psylocke and I complete the
tests on Jubilee?" Beast asked.

"Dr. McCoy, I am sure that I can be of some assistance in your
examinations. After all, she is my friend."

"My dear, while I know that you are concerned for your teammates'
health, I assure you that we will conduct every test
imaginable to find out what is wrong. But, the only way we can do
this, is if Jubilee is in a relaxed state, which she will not be
in, if you are here watching over our shoulders. So, it would be in
her best interests for you to go and wait." Jubilee then
reassured her, "Monet, you don't have to worry about me. I've been
on Beast's dissection table before and I can tell you that
everything will be peachy keen."

The girl was still unsure about leaving her companion there alone,
but, she knew that Dr. McCoy wouldn't begin testing until
she was gone. She backed off and quietly left the room. Hank
looked over to Psylocke who nodded her head to show that
she was ready and then said to Jubilee, "Alright now, now that all of
the interruptions are gone, the testing will begin. Jubilee,
parts of the examination will be a little painful, but I will explain
everything as I go along, and Betsy will be inside your mind to
relieve some of the pain you feel. I would give you an anesthetic
but, that may alter the results in some way, so I would rather
not use any. I want you to relax your body and mind as much you
can."

Three hours later:

Hank called everybody into the 'war room' to tell them the results of
the tests. Though his demeanor seemed bright his eyes
were tired and strained. "I called you in here because I have found
out what happened to Jubilee. All I ask, is that you keep
your questions to yourself until I have completed my explanation. It
seems that our dear Miss Lee has been working on
strengthening her pyrotechnic abilities and altering the ways to use
them. She has told Elizabeth that she and Monet have been
doing some work on getting her to fly in a limited manner."

Both teachers gave a surprised look to Monet and before Sean could
say anything Hank interrupted him, "Sean, please . . . "
He sat back in his chair but by the looks from the both of them
Jubilee and Monet would be getting a strong lecture before the
day was done.

"Now, if I may continue; Jubilee has been learning to use her
pyrotechnic abilities in ways that mimic our own. Such as using
her power to 'charge' objects much like Remy but on a far more
cellular level, and to create a protective shield around herself,
much in the way Jean uses her TK. That is all well and fine but then
she started trying to use her powers to propel herself into
the air much like Sam does. It seems that, that is what created this
problem. Here, I'll show you on the monitor."

The center of the table lit up, showing a cross section of Jubilee's
skull. It contained what looked like to be normal brain tissue,
veins, optical nerves and such. Beast pointed to it while he
continued to explain.

"At first, I could discern no difference from the examination I had
given her two months ago but when I completed the CAT
scan, I found something quite extraordinary. Here, near the center is
her pituitary gland, the very gland that controls a person's
growth and in which gives us our mutant gifts. Usually, it would be
no larger than the diameter of a dime but, as you can see
here, it has grown a great deal. Imagine if you will, a balloon filled
with water, which has only a small opening at its' base, but if
you were to press against the sides of the balloon it would increase
the pressure, therefore letting out more water. I theorize
that, this is what happened to Jubilee. It is my belief, that she has
been trying so hard to find a way to make herself fly, while
continuing to push herself in training, that, she has created a larger
opening in the gland, to which in turn has begun to expel
more of the hormone that regulates growth, and her mutant ability. I
hypothesize, that this unique occurrence has caused an
ability to surface, that would not have otherwise developed. During
my examination, Jubilee spoke telepathically with Elizabeth;
the thing is, is that Elizabeth did not instigate this conversation,
Jubilee spoke to her first, without aid from any outside source. It
is my speculation that has developed the power of telepathy."

The room was in a stunned silence, none of them knew what to say
to this. It was Xavier who asked the first question, "So,
you are sure that Jubilee doesn't have the Legacy Virus, and that
this is some abnormality brought on by much over exertion?"

Logan added a question as well, "Hank, how do ya' know that she
ain't gonna age more when she goes to sleep tonight? Or
tomorrow night for that matter?" "That is exactly what I am saying
Professor. Logan, I do not believe that this will harm her in
any lasting manor, even now the gland is shrinking down to its'
normal size. If she did continue to age, her body would have
done so while she was unconscious and I was completing the tests.
In fact, she could leave right now and be in no danger, but
for saftey's sake I would to keep her here for the rest of the day.
That is why I also want to start her on a regimen of vitamin
and calcium injections."

Robert Drake; of all people, stood up to protest but Beast cut him off
once more, "Bobby, Jubilee must have these injections
at least for the present time. You have seen the physical changes in
her, here on the screen, but her bone, musculature and
internal organs have also changed. If I do not inject these
supplements directly into her, her body may go into shock from the
stress of growth. Such as many of you saw when she arrived and
collapsed. These injections will not be permanent, they will
only be for today and until I am sure that her body has begun to
adjust. Then she can take vitamins and calcium pills for a short
time to make sure that her body has completely regulated itself."

There was a collective sigh of relief in the room; Jubilee was in no
real serious trouble and both of the teams were glad of it. It
wasn't often that life presented them with a problem that could be
dealt with such ease. Hank mentioned that Jubilee would
need clothing considering she arrived with only a nightshirt and a
confining one at that. Rogue volunteered to get some of her
things for Jubilee to wear until she could get some new clothes then
she and Gambit walked out. Many of the others filtered out
of the room in small groups, mostly talking about how glad they were
that Jubilee was going to be okay, and what there was to
eat. The only ones left were Hank, and the two teachers, who were
by far in a less than happy mood.

Emma stood up, looking at the resident doctor and gave him the
look that earned her the nickname 'Ice Queen'. "Don't sugar
coat it for us, Hank. I know that she is in no danger but, do you have
any ideas on why this would happen? This cannot be the
first time that a mutant has over extended their abilities, and you
said yourself, this was a 'unique occurrence', so why her?"

"My dear Mz. Frost, to quote another person of my surname, 'I am a
doctor, not 'GOD'.' I do not have ultimate knowledge of
the human race, and its many workings, so all I can tell you, is that I
do not know why this happened to her. I have no idea
why she aged when others suffer no such effects. I can only tell you
that it has occurred and I will do my best to aid her though
this." His own voice dripping with contempt. It was not so long ago
that they both were sworn enemies, and it was difficult to
look at her as an ally.

"I never said that you had the all consuming knowledge of humanity,
Dr. McCoy, I was merely wondering if you knew
something on to why this has happened to her. It was not meant as
an offense, dear sir," she replied sweetly.

"Of course not, I'm quite, sure madam. Sean, I'm sure that you and
Mz. Frost would like to check up on Jubilee and make
sure that she is alright. I wager that she would welcome your
company and comfort at this time, it's also about the time for me
to give her, her next injection."

The three went to the med. lab to find Gambit and Logan waiting
impatiently outside the door.

"Dose women ain't gonna let anyone in 'til dey help 'tite get the right
sized clothes on. Dis could take on day, mon ami. Mebbe'
you go in and tell dem to hurry on up, non?"

"My cajun friend, I would rather face the Phalanx then go into that
room right now. Looks like we will just have to wait them
out."

Wolverine started banging on the door, "What are you three doin' in
there? Tryin' on Ivana Trump's wardrobe on or what?
Open the flippin' door before we die of old age out here."

They could hear the snickering laughter behind the door, while
Rogue answered, "Okay, sugah, just keep yoh pants on."

The door opened and Jubilee spoke out, "Don't even think of
laughing Wolvie, that goes for the rest of you guys too. This is
the best thing they have that fits . . . somewhat."

Jubilee stepped out into full view; even though Rogue had the ample
body size, it still didn't cover the fact that she was 5'8''
and Jubilee was now 6'1''. So when she tried on Rogue's sweat
pants, the legs came up to her knees, and the shirts' sleeves
went up to her elbows. The group of five waiting outside started to
chuckle but an icy cold look from Elizabeth, Rogue and
Jubilee quieted them all down rather quickly. Sean broke the
moment by speaking to Beast, "Hank, I know you wanted to
keep her here for today, but don't you think it would be possible for
her to go downtown and get some decent fitting clothes?
After all, you said yourself that she is in no danger from this
transformation and she can't exactly go walking around the
mansion dressed like this."

Rogue agreed, "He's right, I can take her and the other girls
shopping, get some clothes and shoot right on back here. What 'ya
think?"

"Well, . . . I'm not sure; her body is just beginning to adjust, and but,
she is absorbing the vitamins and calcium supplements
I've injected into her. Alright, if both teachers and the Professor
agree, then I will abide by there decision. But, I want her to
stay her for at least another . . . let's say . . . five hours. That will
give me enough time to make sure that she is alright, allow her
fellow students to bask in the glory and intelligence of their superiors
and still give Rogue and the younger women enough time
to go shopping. Agreed?"

Jubilee just stood there, waiting for them to stop talking so that she
could voice her own opinion. She wanted to argue about it
and go right away but she figured that five hours was a whole lot
better then being not being able to go at all so, she kept quiet.

Part 3

Ororo quietly walked in while the adults were talking and spoke up to
offer assistance. "Rogue, perhaps I have something that
will better fit Jubilee for the time being, you said that you would be
taking her shopping later in the afternoon. Come with me,
I'm sure . . . that I have something a bit more 'agreeable'." The
young woman ignored the stares and stifled laughter that she
heard while following Storm up to her attic room. The co-leader of
the X-Men went into a small closet and pulled out several
articles of clothing.

"These are the remnants of when Emma Frost took over my mind
and possessed my body." She paused for a short while, still
finding it difficult to talk about that part of her past. "It happened
some time ago but for some reason I could not throw them
out. Perhaps, something will fit you a bit more properly."

"But Storm, . . . umm, . . . you aren't exactly, . . . well, . . . I mean, . .
. ," Jubilee stammered; she didn't want to insult her
friend's kindly act but she knew that those clothes wouldn't fit any
better than what she had on. But the Storm knew exactly
what the girl was getting at.

"Come over here," Storm said gently, "I know that you are built more
differently than I, but, . . . ," she whispered in quiet
confidence. "I happen to know on a personal level, that your teacher,
'modified' all of these outfits to give the appearance of a
more provocative manner. I'm sure you understand my meaning."

Now it was Jubilee's turn to try and stop the giggles that the image
brought forth. But it was a failed attempt because soon all
that anyone could be heard from the room above was howling
laughter. Storm knew, that even though she looked more like a
grown woman now; there was still a little 13-year old girl inside who
was frightened over these events. And that she had to
break tension and make her laugh again if even for a short while. A
little later, they both came down the stairs to the rec. room
where everyone was waiting.

Elizabeth told them about the failed attempt to find something that
would fit adequately and how Storm took her upstairs to find
something. From the gasps and then dead silence that filled the that
filled the room, one would have to say that she succeeded.
Jubilee was dressed in what could be called 'traditional White
Queen' attire; a form-fitting bustier with a single strap that came
over the back of her neck and were attached to the tips of the outfit.
Matching pant leggings that were very snug, and mid
heeled pumps that covered her feet. The only thing that was
different was that the clothes weren't the pure white that Emma
usually wore but more of an ivory color, other than that, they were
exact duplicates. Emma sat in the background, enraged; she
had believed that Storm had gotten rid of those clothes after she left
her mind. The teacher was fully aware of how she had
'altered' the clothing, but she had done so to humiliate the African
weather goddess by letting her know that she wasn't
'woman' enough to fill out her own scanty outfits.

"Uhh . . . Storm, don't you think that's a little revealing for Jubilee? I
mean, look at her!" Warren exclaimed, looking more
flustered at the way she filled out the outfit than shocked at her
wearing it.

"Well, . . . " Robert began, "I for one, thinks that she looks great. 'I
mean, look at her'," mimicking Warren's argument, "she
looks like a super model!"

Jubilee lost her self conscious stance and smiled brightly at the
compliment. Shortly after that there was no more arguing about
what was 'proper' for the newly aged Jubilation. Most of the day went
by without a problem; class went on for the students by
the way of lectures and assignments from Cyclops, Bishop, Rogue,
and Archangel. Since the X-Men were the teachers for the
day, Sean went off to visit with his daughter, Theresa of X-Force.
Emma decided to join Xavier in his office to talk the
Academy and the enrollment of new students. Penance, Leech and
Artie chose to go down to the lab with Jubilee because
they didn't understand a whole lot about what Cyclops was talking
about. Much of Jubilee's time was spent in the company of
Elizabeth to find out her limits and to teach her the basics of creating
shields to keep others out of her mind. Hank continued his
tests while the telepathic lessons went on, taking blood and tissue
samples, and a body scan, and once an hour, every hour, on
the hour, he came in with the injection of fluids that her body
needed. In Jubilee's opinion four o'clock couldn't come around
fast enough. But it did come around and Rogue came on in. Hank
gave Jubilee a clean bill of health, with a word of caution
went along to make sure that she didn't tire herself out too much.
With that last word still hanging in the air, Jubilee grabbed
Rogue's arm and practically dragged her out to the car where Paige
and Monet were impatiently waiting.

INTERLUDE

Victor Creed, was smiling, as if he didn't have a care in the world,
and in a way, he didn't. He wasn't rotting away in any
prison, Xavier and his 'frail' telepaths weren't messing around in his
head anymore. The runt Logan cured him of his addiction
to the 'glow' that kept his mind sane, and he was now a 'genuine
government agent' working with X-Factor. Plus, he was now
on a two week vacation. He complained to the top brass that if he
was working legally with X-Factor that he had certain
inalienable rights, such as life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness.
In the end the top brass caved, the only rule they had was
that Victor be tracked 24 hours a day by the neural implant in the
back of his skull. He looked back on it, knowing that it went
along a lot easier than he had planned. He found the perfect
replacement for the transmitter in a young body builder which he
had stashed away. Now he was free, in many senses of the word, his
only wish now was to take a look at what the X-runts
were doing and to see just how much trouble he could cause in his
little under two week time frame.

END INTERLUDE

Like all ideas, it seemed good at the beginning when Rogue offered
to take the girls shopping, to get out and away from all of
the stares and questions was the thing to do. But now that they were
at the mall, it was different. Jubilee was known more for
being a mall rat and shopping till she dropped. The truth was that in
all of the times she went alone and even with women she
purchased very little. Her usual excuse was that she couldn't find
anything she liked. Here at the mall, she knew that she would
be unable to use that excuse. Plus, she knew that she couldn't very
well walk around in Ororo's old clothes forever, so she
resigned herself into becoming the fashion guinea pig for her three
friends.

Creed picked up the scent long before the group got to the first
clothing store, even crowded as it was. He was able to pick
up the identities of one-Rogue, and three girls, he knew two of the
girls; Paige and Monet from his fight with the Phalanx. The
last girl he knew personally; the brat Jubilee, the only thing was, was
that he couldn't see her anywhere. He moved around to
get a better look, all the while keeping himself hidden, Victor could
see the white-striped X-Man and the two girls but he
couldn't see the brat anywhere at all. He figured that she must have
gone on her own when they walked in and he caught her
scent that way; then his curiosity shot up. With her back to him, he
saw Emma Frost; the white outfit was a dead giveaway if
not for the black colored hair. Victor thought that the stuck-up 'White
Queen' must be pretty desperate for attention to color
her hair like that. It bothered him somewhat that he couldn't pick up
any scent or identity from her but he didn't worry about it
for long. Watching the group walk into the women's clothing store he
was ready to leave them to do there shopping when
Monet spoke out from behind and the woman he thought was Emma
turned to answer. That's when he got the shock of the
decade; it wasn't Frost at all, it was the brat Jubilee, but she didn't
look like a brat anymore. The first thought that popped into
his mind was that she one of the most beautiful women he had seen
in a long time. Victor had to struggle to remember his
hatred of her; the many times she fought him, stopped him from
killing others and defended herself. But the rage drained away
as he stared at her. The group wasn't even aware of the observer in
their midst, the four of them went to some displays to pick
out clothes and then sent Jubilee off to the dressing rooms to try
them on.

"I'm telling ya' this is goin' look great on ya' hon," Rogue said as she
picked up another dress.

Jubilee replied from behind the door, "Rogue, you've been saying
that since we got in here."

"Well it's true, ah' think you'll look terrific in this here dress. Come on
out and let's see how Paige's choice looks."

The young woman stepped out and she still couldn't believe how she
looked, the dress she was wearing was a red velvet-like
color and came down just above her knees. It was an attractive
dress with its long sleeves and a neckline that plunged just into
her cleavage. She chose this dress along with a few others, and they
soon left the store looking for their next target. The group
went on from store to store purchasing only a few items from each
one. By the time they were done, they had completely
restocked Jubilee's wardrobe with assorted jeans, shirts, sweats, and
formal wear like dresses, and pantsuits. To go along with
this were the necessary undergarments, outerwear, and of course
shoes.

"And what do you intend on doing Jubilation, go around barefoot in
these evening dresses? But then again, I shouldn't have
such high expectations from you."

"I'll show you 'high expectations', Miss snoot-nose St. Croix."

"Gals, gals, let's go get somethin' to eat. Ah for one am starvin',
what do ya' say?"

Paige spoke up from behind, "Well don't you think we should get
these out to your car first? They are getting kind of heavy."

Within a few minutes Rogue and Monet had carried all of the
packages out to her waiting vehicle, while the other two went
looking around some more. Jubilee noticed one particular store and
motioned to the other two to follow. Paige saw what kind
of store it was and a pink blush slowly covered her face. Monet and
Rogue caught up with the twosome and saw the store
they were staring at.

"Aww, come on Rogue, let's go in and see what they got. They won't
let us go in without an adult," Jubilee said.

"Why do you want to see what they have? My momma always says
a proper kind of woman would be wearing things like that
Jubilee," said Paige.

"So," Monet began, "You are saying that Miss Frost is not a proper
kind of woman? Then your mother must have made a
terrible mistake in letting you attend her school."

"Well 'ah . . . that is 'ah . . . what 'ah meant is . . . , oh hush up
Mony!", the blonde girl retorted, her face growing redder by the
minute.

The adult of the group broke in, "Okay okay okay, ah'll tell you what,
we get some grub and relax a bit, then we can come
back here and see what we can find. Deal?"

A unanimous vote of 'yes' and the four were once again on there
way to get something to eat. They decided on a Mexican
restaurant that was close by and were soon enjoying there meal and
chatting.

Unknown to the group Victor Creed was still close by, he heard the
entire conversation and knew what his next step would
be. He stood in the shadows of the plastic plants that graced the
corridors, not able to tear himself away from the sight. He had
always been attracted to the X-Women in one way or another, but
mostly it was just to get the guys angry. This time it was
different, he didn't know how or why but it just was. For whatever
reasons, Victor wanted her for keeps and no one or
nothing would stop him.

"No wonder," he thought to himself, "the runt was keepin' the kid
around; he must have seen what a sweet fra--, no; she ain't
no frail like Red, Mystique, or that purple haired tart at the mansion.
Nope, she's just sweet Jubilation Rebecca Lee."

An evil smile crossed his face as he reluctantly left the shaded area,
heading for one of the personnel rooms closest to the
'specialty' store. He already had an idea of what he'd find; a walkway
behind the dressing rooms with small holes drilled in the
wall. A shaded frame of glass covered the holes from the inside so
that no light could pass through and alert the dresser. There
he had access to all four dressing rooms, now all he had to do was
wait. Victor knew from personal experience that once
Jubilee had her mind set on something, it would have taken a
natural disaster to draw her away.

"Are ya' serious, ya' mean he actually just up and 'upped out of the
plane? Just like that?", Rogue asked, trying her best to
keep straight face in front her three companions.

"Yes ma'am, he was just sitting there, then he stood up, asked if
anyone wanted anything, said he was going for a walk and just
opened the door and 'whoosh'," Paige replied in all seriousness.

"Everett was also on his way to leaving the plane, albeit unwillingly,
thanks to Jubilee," Monet added.

"Hey! ," she exclaimed, "if he just went ahead and shared the
bubbles I wouldn't have had to tie him up."

"You know, you could have just purchased your own before we got
on the plane. Then you wouldn't have needed to tie him
up and he wouldn't have nearly had a stroke", Monet retorted calmly.

"Yeah; well, if you weren't in la la land ripping off the wrapping of a
soda bottle, Paige wouldn't have had to 'husk' into a tar
version of Angelo."

"Wait a minute . . . , it's not like I 'planned' to change into that. That's
what came out."

The older woman stood up and spoke, "Well, y'all are safe and
sound no matter who did what. C'mon, let's get to goin' before
that store closes, that is if y'all are still interested in seein' what's in
there."

The girls were up and pulling at Rogue's jacket before she finished
her last sentence. Quickly they walked to the store called
'Succumb to Liberty', and walked in. The salesperson looked up and
saw the young women walk in first and was ready to ask
them to leave, but then Rogue stepped forward indicating that the
three were with her. His attitude then changed, he had seen
younger people come in on occasion with an adult friend looking for
something to shock either their parents or relatives. If that
was the case, he was more than happy to help out.

"Can I help you?", he asked with a friendly smile.

"Well sugah, we're just lookin' for right now. But ah'll be sure to let
ya' know when we need any help."

Paige and Jubilee were awe struck at being in a store like this, there
were small whips, handcuffs, and other assorted items
hanging on the wall and in the display cases. The air reeked of
leather and other little odd smells, both girls were drawn to
Monet who was at one of the clothing racks. Though she was also
surprised that Rogue had so readily agreed to let them
come in here, she was not going to lose her cool in front of her
teammates. She rifled through several articles of clothing, just
looking around when she spotted the perfect outfit for her obnoxious
friend.

"Jubilee? I think that I have found just what you've been looking for.
Take a look at this."

She picked up a black outfit which was not leather but a good match,
and held it in front of the others for inspection. Although
it was black in color; once held up to the light a kaleidoscope of pink,
green, and blue hues spilled out. Jubilee took the outfit
from Monet, and headed to a dressing room, while Monet went back
to the selection and picked up a similar outfit but far
more striking with its jet black and blood red coloring. Paige joined in
but chose something a bit more conservative in a light
pink and blue shade. Rogue walked over to a stand that had a
female mannequin that at first appearance seemed to be totally
nude but on closer inspection she saw that it was wearing some kind
of colored cloth.

The salesman spoke up from the cash register, "Quite a few people
like those, they're called body stockings. Most people I've
seen wear them to hide any kind of discoloration of the skin, like
bruises, scars, ugly birthmarks, or tattoos they don't want
anyone seeing, you know things like that."

"Could ah try one on? Just to see how it looks?", Rogue asked.

"Sure, go right ahead. But you will have to keep your undergarments
on while trying it out."

She picked up a package and walked to the dressing rooms where
the girls were at. She quickly undressed, put on the body
stocking and looked into the mirror. Except for the underwear and
bra she still wore, it looked like she was completely
undressed. This was too much to hope for, with this Remy or anyone
else would be able to touch and not worry about her
absorbing there powers. Quickly she removed the body suit and
returned to the stand and picked up every single package that
she could find in her size, slapped them on the counter and said,
"Charge 'em, sugah."

Jubilee undressed in front of the full length mirror and admired the
view of her own body. No longer was there a body of a
lean, flat 13-year old girl, now in the reflection stood a beautiful
voluptuous young woman. Even Jean stared when she came
down the stairs earlier in the day. Her hands gently caressed the
smooth tight flesh, now that she had, had time to adjust, she
was really pleased with this 'new' look. She put on the outfit that
Monet had chosen for her, looked back at the finished
product.

Paige banged on the door, "Hey, you gonna take all day in there,
Jubes? The store is closing in a half an hour."

Jubilee came out and was surprised at what she saw. Monet's outfit
gave her a classical 'bad girl' look, skin tight pants and
small diamond shaped openings that went up the length, with the
bare leg showing through the openings. The tube top she
wore was regular cloth and came down just below the chest, with a
few red claw-like lines marking the pants and top. Shiny
black stiletto heels completed the look. Paige's outfit was the
complete opposite; her pink top had frilled lace and a slightly
plunging neckline. The pale blue skirt came down below her knees,
and had one long split opening that came up to the middle
of her right thigh. To finish the set she wore simple pale blue low
heeled sandals. Several whistles of appreciation came from
other customer in the store for Jubilee as well.

*The outfit was a one piece black mini dress, the front came up
around her neck much like a wide collar, the back was bare.
A thick belt wrapped around her waist, and she wore the same color
high-heeled thigh high boots. To finish out her particular
look she chose a long black jacket made of the same shiny
luminescent cloth. All three girls stood in front of mirrors admiring
themselves, giving in to a brief fantasy.

Jubilee struck a pose and did a perfect imitation of Emma Frost, "I
am the new Black Queen and I shall strike down all who
stand in my path. Now go fetch me my slave or I shall have to I whip
you all with wet noodles."

Monet and Paige were also getting into it, "Nay child, you shall
never hold that title, fore it belongs to me, and I shall destroy
you and and your little dog too.", Monet replied with scorn.

"You two may become the Black Queens o' foolish ones, but I shall
become the pure and ultimately powerful White Queen.
The ancient one, Emma Frost shall bow down before me, kiss my
feet and plead for my mercies." Paige added arrogantly.

Rogue stood there, watching with a smile on her face and added,
"Oh yeah? Well, here comes Emma and Sean, and 'ahm sure
that they'd love to hear about 'yalls newfound rise to royalty."

The girls jumped and turned to look out the door, then Paige spoke
out, "That was not funny, ma'am."

"Well, it got ya' attention didn't it? Now come on, if y'all want to get
this stuff then let's shake a leg, I got to get you back to the
school pretty soon, and I am not gonna be the one to explain why
we're late."

The threesome went back and changed into there regular clothes
and came out. Monet purchased everything they picked out,
to include their chaperone's items as way of saying thanks for the
enjoyable afternoon and then they were off back to the
school.

Victor didn't even realize the group had left the store, his mind was
in a chaotic mix of perverted fantasies and sexual desires.
He had watched with growing excitement as Jubilee undressed; the
way she looked at herself in the mirror. Gently her hands
traveled the entire length of her body, running over her breasts, up
and down the length of her legs; reveling in the newness of
her body. His passions grew even more, as she put on the skimpy
black outfit and stepped out to parade it to her friends,
Victor could barely contain his own physical desires and needs. He
wanted to rip out the wall and take the young ameraisan
woman then and there, but he held himself off. 'That would come
later on', he thought, 'this was a prize worth waiting for.' So
for one of the few times in his life he waited, albeit impatiently, but
he waited none the less. When he finally looked back into
the peepholes, he saw the others had long since left, and finally he
could let mind and body's lust run free, in a shuddering
explosive release. He quickly left the area, making sure that no one
had seen him depart; his mind was still filled with images of
her, on his way returning to X-Factor.

INTERLUDE TWO

A young man sat in front of a chess board, a smoking jacket
covering his body and small glass of sherry perched on the arm of
his chair. His companion sat across from him, a woman dressed in
an expensive fashionable evening gown. They sat in a room
that spoke of privilege and wealth. The chess board between them
had an array of black, white and red chess pieces. With a
sudden sweep of his arm the young man removed the few red
pieces on the board leaving only the black and white.

The woman spoke, "So Shinobi, it seems that our troublesome
counterparts have finally been removed. It almost seems ironic
that the London branch of the Hellfire club was consumed by true
hellfire and the demon they couldn't contain."**

"Yes, indeed ironic my dear Benazir, but they have occupied enough
of our thoughts. Now is the time for our own royalty to
grow, and if the information was correct we should have . . . ,"
Shinobi Shaw paused, hearing the knock and walked over to
open the door. A middle-aged woman came walking in, carrying in
her arms a video tape and a large envelope.

"You were right Mr. Shaw, they came along just like you said, I got
plenty of pictures and a copy of the security tape from the
store. I think you'll be pretty impressed."

He took the objects from her, took out a thick envelope out of his
pocket, gave it to her and spoke to her in an arrogant
manner.

"Yes yes whatever, I am quite sure that you did a fine job just as you
have done for me in the past madam. Here is the agreed
payment; I'm sure you can find your way out."

She didn't reply, she had come to expect this type of response from
the only son of her previous employer. The woman
walked to the door and as she was walking out she said, "You might
find it interesting to know that you aren't the only one
keeping tabs on that girl. There was a big blond guy watching and
drooling after her all day long. I took a couple of pictures of
him too."

He sat back down in his chair, looking at the photos while his
companion took the tape, placed in the video machine and
turned on the television.

"Well well well, it seems that your little 'oracle' spoke the truth. It
looks like 'our' little girl grew up quite nicely," Benazir stated.

Shinobi glanced up from the photos to answer, "Yes indeed, she has
turned out to be quite . . . alluring. But it does look like
we have a certain person who may be a bother to our plans for Miss
Lee. Take a look; this is Victor Creed, known to be with
the government group X-Factor if my informant is correct."

He threw the photos to the table and walked over to his companion,
"But he is of minimal importance. This . . . ," he pointed to
the screen, "this will be irony my dear. To replace the old and infirm
with the new and powerful.

The woman moved behind the man, whispering in his ear, "What do
you think Shinobi? I believe that she looks extremely
appealing in either black or white."

The couple stood together watching the screen with great interest
and laughed just as just as Jubilee spoke, "I am the new
Black Queen and I shall strike down all who stand in my path."

Part 4

***

It was close to eight o'clock when the group got back to the mansion;
the car's trunk filled to nearly overflowing with spoils of
their shopping spree. Sean was already on the front steps with a less
than pleased look on his face.

"Did the four of you leave anything in the stores after you were
done, or did you just clear everything out?"

Rogue replied, "Yoh' sarcasm is noted Sean, we completely forgot
about the time. Now, are ya' goin' help us get this stuff
inside or are ya' just going to stand there and jabber all night?"

Each of them took two stuffed bags each and walked into the
mansion where Emma and the Professor were waiting.

"It certainly looks like you purchased enough Jubilation."

"Well . . . , we sort of went a little overboard with it. Eh hehe.",
Jubilee weakly chuckled.

"But you did buy some articles of clothing which is what you were
sent to do. I would take it that the three of you have already
eaten something? Or was your 'chaperone' only interested in
purchasing clothing?"

Rogue was getting angry; sure they were a little late but that was no
reason for making her feel lower then a dog. Before she
could respond to Emma's remarks, Paige spoke up. She was
standing close to Monet and far enough away from Ms. Frost so
that the questions would be directed either at Jubilee and Rogue but
she felt she had to speak out in the adults' defense.

"Ms. Frost umm . . . , Rogue took us to a fast food place even before
we were half way done."

"That is good to hear. Mr. Cassidy and your other classmates have
been waiting for your return so that we can get back to the
school, so if you are all quite ready, we should be off."

Rogue took one of the bags off to the side and took out her
belongings, leaving the other girls 'special' things untouched and
still hidden in one bag. She handed the bag to Monet and told them
she really enjoyed the afternoon and that she hoped they
could do it again sometime. Logan and a few of the others met them
in the hangar bayto say good bye, where the teachers and
students had appeared that morning. Gateway popped in and soon
the guests were gone, teleported back to the Academy.

Life soon returned to a sort of normal state at the school. Students
and teachers reported to class where assignments were
handed out and completed. Then it was on to the 'Danger Grotto'
where combatants faced each other in battle simulations, not
only strengthen their mutant gifts but to also keep their bodies in a
constant fit condition. Although at first the other members of
Generation X were uncomfortable working with Jubilee, but didn't
take long for them to get adjusted, once they all realized
that it was the same girl they had known all along. The only
excitement to come their way was when Hank came by every few
weeks to make sure that she wasn't suffering any side effects of her
change. It wasn't until about two months after the aging
incident that a combat situation popped up.

*************************

Sean was lost in his own thoughts as he quickly drove towards town
with half of the students in his car. 'Saints preserve us.
They weren't supposed to have this damnable meeting for another
three days.'

Emma's thoughts pierced through his own, drawing him into the role
of leader. <<Sean, this isn't helping matters. They need to
know what to do. The longer you . . . >>

"All right.", he said out loud. He switched on his comm-link so that
the car behind him containing Emma and the other students
could hear him as well.

"You already know what's going on. True they are having the
"Families and Mutants" support meeting tonight, but that doesn't
change the fact that Orphan Maker may take this chance to destroy
all of the people. Not only in this building but all over
town. Now, everyone's job is to find any explosive devices. And if
you do find one, to remove all of the civilians from the
building as quickly and safely as possible. Synch lad, you'll go with
me; M, Husk and Jubilee will check out the ground area;
Chamber, Skin, you two will go with Emma and go through the
building itself."

The teachers parked their cars well out of the way of the building,
while the students moved off into the assigned groups.

Sean spoke up one more time, "Now remember, stay out of sight,
keep a look out for any explosives, keep the comm-links
on, watch each others backs and stay safe. There is no telling what
Orphan Maker or her followers may do."

They moved off, each group knowing what they had to do.

The three of them said no words, they were too busy in search of
anything that could harm the people inside of the building.
Four months ago it would be Jubilee who usually kept a running
dialog on things should be done but now she was silent, using
her telepathic gifts to their limits, trying to 'seek' out anyone who
shouldn't be there. They quickly covered the ground area and
found nothing out of place. Monet made the suggestion that she join
Ms. Frost, Chamber and Skin; to aid them in scanning the
rooms more quickly, then without waiting for a response left. The
two girls went back to checking out the area one more time
to make sure that nothing was overlooked when Jubilee suddenly
stopped.

In a quiet voice she said, "Something is wrong."

"What is it? Is Orphan Maker here?", Paige asked looking around
cautiously.

"No, it's something else, someone familiar but I don't know who it is.
I can't recognize them."

"You mean there's more than one person? How many do you think?"

"I think it's a group of people, maybe five or six and one leader. Let
me concentrate on it and see if I can find anything."

Jubilee shut her eyes, her forehead furrowed in concentration for a
few minutes, then she opened her eyes and the blood
drained from her face as she looked to her friend in realization.

"Oh my God Paige, it's Emplate and 'his' followers. They're here
right now and they have Monet. I'm not sure but I don't think
they know about the rest of us being here. He must believe that
Monet is alone."

"Don't you think Ms. Frost knows he's here? I mean, she's a lot
stronger at telepathy than you are."

"I don't know if she knows that they're here. It could be that because
she's shielding the others, making them invisible to the
people. Plus seeking out Orphan Maker, is taking all of her
concentration so that she doesn't realize he or his followers are
here."

Husk stood there, uncertain of what to do. "Maybe you should tell
Mr. Cassidy or Ms. Frost what's going on, then they can
tell us what to do."

Jubilee answered firmly, "No we can't. We don't know if Orphan
Maker isn't here, or if she and her group haven't planted any
bombs in the building. Finding the explosives is more important, and
we're going to have to be the ones' rescue Monet."

She grabbed Paige's arm and dragged her beside the building.
"Okay, now from what I've 'felt', Emplate and his cronies are in
a closed off room far enough away from the people so they won't be
detected. We're going to have to sneak in, take the
others out separately, then grab Monet and get out. Neither one of
us has the power . . . to take . . . him . . . him . . . "

Jubilee started to take a long hard look at Husk's body. "What are
you lookin' at me like that for? I don't know what you're
thinking but, I have a feeling I'm not going to like it."

"Paige, you've been working on morphing into different metals
right?"

"Yeah so, what about it?"

"Have you done the adamantium? I mean have you changed into it
and stayed with it?"

"You know I can stay with whatever I turn into. Why?", realization
dawned on her face, "I see what your saying. If I can turn
into adamantium then Emplate can't do anything to harm me
because it's the strongest known metal on Earth. He'll never be
able to cut through."

"That's exactly what I was thinking, great minds must think alike, but
before you change you have to strip."

"Why thanks for the compli . . . , WHAT?!?! What did you say?"

"You have to take off your clothes. And boots."

"You are sick Jubilation Lee", Paige said in a furious whisper, "there
is no way I am taking off these clothes for anything. Why
in the world do I have to take them off anyways?"

Jubilee was getting impatient but calmly spoke to her friend, "I'm not
trying to be a perv or anything, but I think Emplate's
power works a lot like Rogue's. Skin to skin contact will allow him
take your powers or life. If you 'husk' with your clothes on
you won't have any protection, it'll be like you're naked. But if you
take them off, change, then put them back on, he won't be
able to absorb you through your clothes. See what I'm saying?"

"Yeah, I understand what you're saying. Okay, I'll go through with it,
but if you even make the tiniest mention of this to anyone
I will personally jump up and down on your bed at the crack of dawn
playing my music full blast."

"You got a deal, I promise I won't say anything to anyone about this.
Now hurry up we're wasting time."

While Paige removed her clothing and husked into her adamantium
form Jubilee went off to search a little inside of the building.
In the hallway there was a cardboard box with scrawled lettering,
LOST AND FOUND, the young woman dug into the box
and found just what she was looking for. She then went back outside
where her teammate was waiting and gave her the
object.

"What the heck is this for? I'm not going in to rob a bank here."

"I know that, this is to cover your face and neck so he can't touch
you."

"Yeah but we don't even know who was wearing this thing last."

"Well if you want him touching your skin and taking your powers,
that's up to you. But I thought a 'fearless' leader wouldn't be
concerned with such small stuff.", Jubilee said mockingly.

Paige yanked the ski mask over her face so that only two hard
metallic eyes had shown through.

"When we get done with this, Jubilee, you are going to be one dead
woman."

They walked into the building together, slowly going up the stairs to
where Jubilee had detected Emplate and his followers.
They found the room, a dusty, rarely used area where both young
women could hear voices.

"Oh come now, as a dear sister, surely you have something to say to
me? What's that? Oh my dear poor poor 'Monet', off into
one of those trance states aren't you? Unable to stop your bad big
brother. That is too bad, because I was really hoping you'd
fight me this time instead of letting the lower echelon do it for you."

Jubilee created a mild link with Monet's mind; just enough for her to
keep track of the situation in the room between her,
Emplate and one other person that she couldn't detect well enough.
Chances were, was that this person was some 'slave' of
Emplate's and made it difficult to 'feel' personal thought. Husk
tapped her arm and led her to a room that had a kitchen in it.

"What are we doing here? You going to fix him a sandwich?",
Jubilee asked.

"No, we're going to add up the arsenal. You can melt stuff with your
power right? You have enough control over it?"

"Well of course I do, what does that have to do with anything?"

"C'mere, " Paige pulled her over to some cabinets. "Look for
anything made of glass; measuring cups, bowls, drinking glasses,
anything you can find." She also went through the lower cabinets
looking for a specific item.

"Are you nuts? What the heck do we need with glass?" Jubilee had
several glasses and bowls laid out on the counter top and
looked over to Paige to see what she had. She then smiled in
understanding.

Husk smiled back, with more vengeance in her face then Jubilee
had ever seen. "You got it; Emplate's gonna be sorry he ever
messed with us."

A few minutes later the twosome was moving back to the room
where their friend was being held, and Jubilee's face went
slightly pale.

"Oh my god, he is sick!", she exclaimed in a hushed voice, "We
have to move now Husk. I have to break my link with Monet.
I think I can keep you telepathically hidden long enough for you to
get in the room. Try to step where someone else already
walked, because I won't be able to hide any footprints you make."

She nodded in understanding, watching the her friend's eyebrows
furrow in concentration. The young Asian woman then
tapped her arm and the covered girl slowly made her way into the
room; moving in back of the boy she thought was named
Bulwark. She stood there waiting for her teammate's signal. Jubilee
set the object from the kitchen on the floor right by the
door and while keeping herself hidden moved two steps into the
room where she revealed herself.

"Y'know Snuffy, while I don't even pretend to like Monet, I got to feel
sorry for the girl. I mean to have a loser bro like you is
one thing, but to have you pawing and groping all over her gettin'
ready to have pork her . . . Well I don't even want to wish
that on her, y'know? But you are pretty pathetic, and I guess rump
riding your little boy toys here must get boring after a while.
I'd guess that your old man must have given new meaning to the
saying 'riding you long and hard' when you was younger,
huh??"

Emplate looked at her, surprised on how she now looked and that he
wasn't able to detect her before hand. Now with her
continuous insults he was becoming enraged.

"You dare to talk about my family? I will show you pathetic you little
chink freak! I will suck your body dry!", he bellowed
enraged.

"Husk NOW!", Jubilee cried out, in Bulwarks' direction. The boy
looked around thinking the girl was trying to fool him when
he felt a tap at his shoulder. He saw nothing but empty space, but
what he felt was a metal fist; hard, solid and unstoppable.
His body became airborne and slammed into the far wall, then he
fell to the floor in a slump and laid there unconscious.

"C'mon sweet cheeks! Let's see what you got!", she said, and sent a
multitude of bright spark blasts to his eyes and face,
keeping him off balance and blinding him. His hollow voice laughed
at her even as he tried to avoid the plasmoid blasts.

"Child, do you actually think you are harming me? This is only
delaying your inevitable fate as my next meal. My servants are
coming little girl, you and your ally cannot hope to defeat them all.
You will be the ones who will suffer in the end."

"No my brother, they will not be harmed", a voice rang out with
authority from Monet. Emplate looked to his sister in surprise
but she was still in her catatonic state. Suddenly a young woman
wearing a ski mask appeared out of nowhere and started
smashing him with relentless blows and punches to various parts of
his face and body. Jubilee ran to the doorway, picked up
the object she had left there earlier and quickly charged up and
heated the contents. She moved in front of Emplate while Husk
ducked out of the way. With her left hand she reached out and
grabbed the breathing apparatus and 'poured' a small amount
of her sparks into it, forcing him to breathe it in and caused him to
gag. Then with her right hand, she took the pan and its
contents and thrust it into his face, creating a loud sizzling, blistering
sound. He tried to scream in pain from the burning
sensation but was unable to because of the pyrotechnic discharge
he was breathing in.

The girls heard the commotion coming down the hall and knew that
time was up, there was no possible way for the two of
them to take out all of Emplate's servants. They saw Skin burst
through the doorway with Chamber and Ms. Frost close
behind. Just as they came in, the boy, Murmur teleported into the
room and picked up Emplate while another called Vincente
lifted Bulwark, and within a few seconds they were gone.

Emma Frost looked at her two female pupils with an arched
eyebrow, "I take it you can explain the reason for all this can't
you?"

"Well ma'am, "Husk began, "I think right now Monet needs some
help. We don't know what happened before we got up
here."

Monet's top was unzipped to her stomach and pushed wide open,
her brassiere was cut down the center leaving her breasts
exposed. Her hair was tousled as if it someone was running their
fingers through it. Ms. Frost walked over to her and gently
zipped up her uniform and touched her face, in rare concern. The
Algerian came to and for an instant the walls came down and
uncertainty showed in those intelligent brown eyes. But the moment
passed and the more familiar arrogant Monet returned.
Banshee and Synch came walking into the room looking quite
pleased.

"Well lass, Everett and meself just accomplished the impossible! It
was the most incredible thing!", his voice tapered off seeing
the damage to the room and disturbed looks from his students.
Emma spoke out before Sean could say a word.

"Let's go home, we can talk about what happened there."

INTERLUDE

SNOW VALLEY GAZETTE- (Front Page)

Unidentified sound and light show shocks townspeople

Late yesterday evening the small town of Snow Valley experienced
what can be only described as 'an incredible bright light
and an earsplitting keening wail'. Many of the townspeople were at a
support group meeting called "Families and Mutants,"
created to aid families dealing with having mutant children. The
meeting was cut short at approximately eight-thirty because of
an almost deafening wail or scream followed by a brief incandescent
light that turned night into day. It is not believed to be an
act of violence perpetrated by mutants, or the group known as the
Friends of Humanity.

People in the surrounding area believe it to be only a random quirk
of nature.

Shinobi Shaw came out of the bathroom wiping of the remnants of
his morning shave off of his face and saw a package sitting
on a tray with breakfast. He picked up the package, opened it and
found inside a newspaper and video tape. He placed the
tape into his player and read the front page of the Boston paper. A
bemused smile crossed his face when his companion
walked into the room.

"Now what happened lately to give you that cat-ate-the-canary
look?", Benazir asked as sat beside him and helped herself to
a cup of steaming tea.

"I've just received this paper and a video this morning. It looks like
Emma is really getting into the 'super hero' attitude. I
wonder if she'll be donating toys to needy children next."

"Oh Shinobi you are so terrible. Where is your respect for the
grandiose White Queen? She should be afforded all that she
deserves."

"You're right Benazir of course I should be more polite to her, oh and
by the way; 'oracle' won't be in our service anymore.
The poor fellow tried to stop a mugging last night and was shot for
his intervention. What a waste, we could have used his
talents for a bit longer."

"Yes it would have been nice to have him around for a little more
time, but we still have that photographer . . . what was her
name again . . . ? Alicia Meyers I believe, . . . she's been very
reliable at sending us all the information we need on 'our' little
Miss Jubilee. We can always find another 'oracle'.

The man picked up his remote and started the tape; the couple
watched the previous nights' events take place in silence. When
it was finished the woman spoke.

"She is really getting into the act of being the fearless leader, isn't
she?"

"Yes, and her loyalty to that black girl is quite remarkable,
considering how much they despise one another. That's what a
good queen must have darling; the ability to lead those under her,
fearlessness against her enemies, and loyalty to her allies.
Yes, I believe she has all the markings of a great queen."

Part 5

***

"I can't believe her!"

Forge came storming into the monitor room fuming. He threw down
the paper, to which Raven Darkholme, a.k.a. Mystique
promptly picked up.

"The reason for the Academy is for them to be trained and educated
in private. Not for them to go out and use their powers in
the public eye."

"Oh come on Forge, it looks like all of Emma's concentration was
keeping that top on. It goes to show you what happens
when you hire a bimbo to be a teacher."

She did a double take on the picture and whistled appreciatively,
"Wow! That girl Jubilee really developed didn't she? You
told me she had grown some but you never said she looked like
this." Raven looked over at the Maker, smiled evilly and in the
blink of an eye she transformed from the blue skinned criminal to
the present day Jubilee.

"Now this is nice." Her hands rubbed seductively against the
youthful, firm curves. "Ooh, I could get used to this shape Forge,
couldn't you? I mean, we both know that I'm of legal age for all sorts
of fun."

The door suddenly slid open and the other members of X-Factor
walked in: Sabertooth, WildChild, Shard, Polaris, and
Havok, the team's leader. They all saw Forge talking to himself by
one of the consoles and Mystique was morphing back into
her usual self. Havok picked up the paper and read the headlines.

SNOW VALLEY GAZETTE (Front Page)

Unidentified sound and light show shocks townspeople

"Crap, I knew this was going to happen sooner or later. Like those
kids don't have enough to worry about just with classes,
and public opinion now they're putting on a play for a whole damn
town.", Havok said.

"Oh Alex, you and Scott I'm sure got into a lot more trouble than
this. Besides those kids are Emma and Sean's problems, not
X-Factor's.", Polaris calmly replied to her lover.

"Lorna's right on that account, c'mon Shard, let's go get some grub.
After that workout with the others I'm starving.", Kyle
looped his arm around the waist of Bishop's sister and soon the
group left the room, making their way to the kitchen.

Only one person remained in the room to look at the article, with a
rare longing in his eyes. Had anyone been watching the
psychopathic killer, they would have seen his face change from a
bestial rage and hatred to what some might call a caring,
loving look.

"I'm comin' for ya, my sweet Rebecca Lee; Logan let ya go, but I'll
take care of ya from now on, and that's a promise," he
spoke softly to the photo, caressing it gently. He put down the paper
almost grudgingly, then walked out the door, with the
more familiar angry look set on his features.

************************************

"Thankfully, Monet has no recollection of what happened with her
and Emplate, I think that she went under that trance state as
soon as he captured her.", The White Queen told Sean Cassidy as
they sat in her office.

"Are you sure Emma? The girl could be just pulling the wool over
our eyes again," he said uncertainly.

"I might have thought so myself but, I scanned her mind the past few
nights while she was asleep to make sure. She might have
been able to fight me off for one night or even two but not for an
entire week, so I am pretty positive of it."

"Ach woman! Don't you have any respect at all for anyone's
privacy?"

"You and I were both concerned about any psychological damage
caused by her confrontation with her brother and Bulwark,
this was the best way to make sure of that. She isn't even aware that
I was in her mind, if that's what you were worried about,"
she said in exasperation.

He shook his head wearily, tired of this same argument with his
colleague, "I'm glad you found out for sure, that's what matters
the most."

"Good; now that, that matter is closed, I have something I wanted to
talk to you about. You know that I have a trip planned to
New York this week and that it will last for two weeks. I wanted to
take all of the students along with me, it will be something
of a short vacation from the school."

Surprisingly he agreed, "You know Em, that doesn't sound half bad,
I'm sure they all would like time to relax. Are you planning
on taking Artie, Leech and Penance with the others?"

"Of course! They are students just like Paige or Everett, and I
believe that they'll enjoy some time away as well. Besides, I
have several private suites for them to stay in, just in case they want
to stay inside."

"Now all you have to do is tell the students. That is if they haven't
already found out."

"What do you mean?", Emma asked.

"Emma, you have three students here that are telepathic. Think
about it; what would your devious mind have thought of?
Knowing that both of your teachers are talking privately about who
knows what. You wouldn't be a wee bit curious?"

"Then chances are? . . . ", she started.

" . . . They already know and are packing to go on your trip as we
speak," Sean finished.

"Aren't you going to come along on the trip?" Emma asked as she
walked to the door.

"Oh no, not me lass. You made the plans; you can have them for the
next two weeks."

"Gee Banshee, thank you so very much."

Two days later, all but one of the students was sitting in the rented
limousine, and they were talking with each other.

"Jubilee, are you sure you don't want to go with us? I mean you're
the one who loves to go shopping and just lying around all
day long. This will be perfect for you."

"I told ya hayseed, I just don't feel like going anywhere. I'm still not
good at controlling my telepathy yet and all I need to do is
go around a couple hundred thousand folks and have their thoughts
running through my gray matter. I'm just going to lay
around and vegetate here, besides Mr. Cassidy is here so I'll be
fine."

Emma and Sean came striding out to the car with a few of the
straggling students in tow behind them.

"Come on, we should have been to the airport thirty minutes ago.
Jubilee, are you sure that you don't want to come along with
us?"

"Yes, I am quite sure Ms. Frost," she said in a bored voice.

"Emma will you just get going! I'm sure that Jubilee and I will
manage to survive the next two weeks without your superior
guidance."

She gave Sean a dark look, then shooed the others into the car, got
into the front passenger seat and off the group went. Sean
put his arm around his student's shoulders.

"I know how much you wanted to go on this trip lass, to be with the
others and have a grand time," his heavy Irish brogue
showing in his voice.

Jubilee turned her head to look at the headmaster. "Like no way
Seanster! Why would moi want to be with a bunch of babies?
'Sides I like it when I don't have to wake up at the crack of dawn
from Paige's workout tapes. It's a blessing that they're gonna
be gone for the next two weeks."

She placed her hand over his, acknowledging his trying to comfort
her, then quietly walked away. By the evening she was
back at her usual self and they had an enjoyable evening of movie
watching together. The next few days were uneventful, a
quiet relaxed feeling came to the student and teacher. About four
days after Ms. Frost and the students left, Betsy 'Psylocke'
Braddock and Warren 'Archangel' Worthington came to visit. They
claimed that the mansion was getting a bit crowded and
they had to get out for a while but Sean had a feeling that Xavier
didn't think it best for them to be the only two at the school so
he sent some 'unofficial guardians'. Jubilee was glad to have Betsy
there at least, to catch up on the latest dirt and to get some
additional help on controlling her mental shields. The day went along
great and they all enjoyed the company but one evening,
she had noticed that the three adults wanted to talk privately and
made herself scarce. She called Emma Frost's house in New
York and talked to Paige and Leech for a while then got bored and
decided she wanted to go for a long walk on the back
grounds. She came downstairs and knocked on the den door, after
which the conversation in the room came to a standstill.

"Hey Banshee! I'm going out to walk for a while and I'll catch ya' all
later; 'kay?"

Jubilee didn't wait for an answer as she walked out the door.

Warren said quietly, "She seems to be adjusting well enough Sean."

"Aye; at times she's just the same as before she changed but, other
times, I'd swear I was looking at a total stranger."

"I understand it well Sean. All we can do is support her and let her
know that we're here.", Betsy explained.

Wrapped around her waist was the familiar yellow jacket she had
worn for so long. Dressed in a pair of khaki shorts and a
simple tan t-shirt, she walked out to the back of the grounds, letting
the cool wind surround her and whip through the grass.
Jubilee let her mind wander and didn't bother keeping her shields
up, she knew full well that her mind was no where near
powerful enough to pick up on any thoughts not in close vicinity.
Logan was the one who taught her to appreciate the nature
around her. She was secretly hoping that he'd show up, just to have
someone to talk to with ease and not as an adult to child.
Suddenly she tripped over an uncovered branch and realized that
she let her mind wander too far, and that she was now quite
a distance away from the school. She was on her way back when a
branch rustled behind her; cautiously she turned back to
the woods and opened her mind to whoever might have been there.
When she didn't 'feel' anything she once again turned back
to the school and another branch twitched. Jubilee was ready to call
out when she remembered what Jean had said not too
long ago, about Wolverine's feral state, that he could become
'invisible' to a telepath. Hoping against hope, she called out.

"Hey Wolvie is that you?"

No sound came, only a few snapping twigs; as if someone were
walking over them.

"Come on Wolvie, I told ya' before, that 'you Wolverine, me Jubilee'
freaked me out. Come on out!"

Still nothing. This time some pebbles and rocks came rolling out to
her, hitting her shoes. Then she realized what he was doing.

"I know what you're up to. You're trying to see if I still got what ya
taught me, huh? Seein' if I can still keep up the old
canuckle head?

A large branch came flying out at her, and she quickly moved aside
to avoid it. A familiar devilish grin touched her face as she
spoke out to the woods.

"Okay Logan, old buddy, old pal. You lead, and I'll show ya just how
well I can keep up with ya."

Jubilee heard a crackling sound and turned to see a good sized tree
falling over her. Using her honed acrobatic skills, she
dodged the tree without using her powers. She was determined to
show Wolverine that she didn't have to use her powers to
beat him, that she could rely on her mind and body just as he taught
her to. Moving with great agility, Jubilee kept up with the
shadowy form; at times getting a little behind but usually keeping up
and once even almost catching up with him. She wasn't
paying attention to where her 'prey' was leading her until she noticed
how dark it had gotten. Jubilee stopped to get a bearing
on her surroundings and realized that she was to far away from the
school, maybe even beyond the safety of the school's
perimeter. Some branches wavered behind her and she turned to
them to talk.

"Wolvie, I passed your dang test, so come on out and let me see
ya'."

Silence filled the woods, and a cold wind chilled her bare arms.

"That's it. You want to stay out here and mess around; fine. Me; I'm
headin' back and I hope that Sean doesn't ask where the
heck I was."

A soft growl came from shadows, making the girl almost jump out of
her skin.

"That doesn't count as talkin' and you know it."

"I know it don't Jubilation 'Rebecca' Lee but it always put that extra
pinch o' fear in folks, don't ya think?"

Jubilee turned around quickly to face the man coming out from the
shadows. It was not the man she had first believed was her
friend; the man she thought she had followed off of the school
grounds on little more then broken branches and her own foolish
hopes. She saw his blond hair tied up in a ponytail in the back, he
was wearing jeans, a flannel shirt, and cowboy boots, just
looking at him made her heart tremble with a deep hate and a touch
of fear.

"How did you know that?", she asked with deadly calm.

"What? That your middle name was Rebecca? It didn't take much
sweetness, just a little look inta your juvee' files."

"What do you want?"

"Why I came to see if'n ya grew up like Forge said ya did. And I
gotta say baby, you turned out to be quite the sweet piece of
meat."

Blood rushed to her face as she backed up into the woods and tried
to hide her body in the shadows, her anger grew as she
saw that his smile grow at her discomfort. Then something flashed
into her mind; one of her recent lessons from Psylocke;
using her telepathic powers to create a weapon, much like Betsy's
own 'psychic knife'.

"Oh yeah, Creed? Well you better take a good look 'cause it's the
last thing you're ever gonna see."

The young woman backed up even further, letting him think that he
had frightened her off, then coming out from a different
area, charged at him full speed. She did hard back flips, picking up
momentum, so that when she hit his chest, the impact
would be increased. Victor Creed's body slammed back, hard into
the ground and before he could move to defend himself,
Jubilee was punching him in the face, not feeling any pain from the
rocks she had bunched in her hands. With a shove he
pushed the girl off, but she didn't give up, quickly righting herself,
she charged once again, this time kicking him several times in
the stomach and crotch. Creed doubled over in pain, not even trying
to fight back against her. When she came across with
another kick, he grabbed her leg and tossed her back into the
bushes.

"We both know you ain't got what it takes to take me out 'Rebecca'.
Why don't ya just give up?"

Jubilee knew that she didn't have the physical or pyrotechnic power
to stop him, but she knew from Jean and Elizabeth that his
weakness was his mind, and that is where her next attack would hit
at. She slowly stood up, letting the image flow from her
mind; a single shining katana sword blade, just above Sabertooth's
head, the tip of the blade sitting on the center of the 'T'
shape from the part in his hair. Feeling the power flow from her to
the blade, she rammed it into his skull, ripping into his mind
savagely. Creed fell to his knees, his mouth opening and closing but
unable to utter a single sound, tears streaming down his
face. The young woman fell to her own knees, weakened by the
brief drain of her power, and breathing heavily.

Victor looked up at her through his teary eyes and grinned. "Well,
looks like I didn't get the whole picture about the new you
huh? I musta hit a nerve back there didn't I? What was it? The fact
that the runt didn't come up and see ya like ya wanted?
That figures honey, he's probably' out humpin' some pit bull in heat."

Jubilee stood up once more, with effort, looked at him with murder in
her eyes and a new image flowed from her; three familiar
metallic claws, placed just like the sword blade but this time from the
back of his skull to the front. With the last ounce of
power she had, she shoved the psychic claws deep into his mind,
slamming his face and body as hard into the ground as
possible. Strength slipped from her own body as she also fell to the
ground like dead weight, and gasping for air in her lungs,
she struggled to contact Betsy but couldn't muster the energy to
send out even a faint thought. Sabertooth stirred slightly on the
ground and looked up at the young woman; blood was running from
his nose, ears and looked like his left eye was pure red.
He placed his hand against his nose and wiped away the blood, his
healing factor was already taking care of the damage that
Jubilee had inflicted. Victor struggled to stand up and brought his
hands up to the temples of his skull.

"I never thought ya' had it in ya ta try and kill me 'Rebecca', I think
old Logan taught ya better then ya know.

Creed walked over to Jubilee, knelt close to her and gently caressed
her face. "Ya did it Jubilee, I didn't think ya could do it
but, ya gave me the 'glow'. Better 'n' Birdy, 'n' Jean and even that
chippy Betts ever did. I feel like a new man honey and I owe
it all ta you. I knew ya was the one, ever since I saw ya with the
others in that mall a couple months ago. When I first saw ya I
thought ya was that frail Emma Frost, but ya surprised me
sweetheart."

His fingers slowly moved downward to her t-shirt and felt the outline
of her breasts, and with his right hand gently cupped her
left breast, feeling the rapid heartbeat under her flesh. Jubilee was
still unable to move because of the overexertion of her
powers, looked up at him with anger and nervousness in her proud
brown, color-flecked eyes.

"Here I thought ya was nothin' but a pain the ass, a spoiled little brat
that tagged along with the grown ups, but I shoulda
known better. I just had ta be patient like I was at the mall, just bide
my time and soon enough I'd get ya all ta myself."

Victor gently pushed Jubilee to lay her flat on her back and with his
sharp claw-like nails he cut away her t-shirt and bra
revealing her firm young breasts and the nipples that stiffened as the
cold wind blew over them.

"Ya gave me back the 'glow' Jubilation, and I'm gonna give ya'
somethin' too. After tonight ya' aint gonna be a little girl
anymore, angel soon you're gonna be a woman. I'll take care of ya'
and you're gonna be all mine, just like it's suppose' ta be."

He leaned over her, gently undoing the yellow jacket around her
waist and laying it off to the side. Then with surgical precision
he sliced open her pants and underwear, leaving her all but naked
with the exception for the socks and shoes she was wearing.
Creed stood up and slowly removed his shirt and pants, he kicked
off his boots and moved to spread Jubilee's legs apart. By
now Jubilee's mind was filled with terror; although her body was still
like a block of wood, unable to even twitch. She could
see, hear and smell Victor Creed above her but could do nothing to
stop him. The young Asian girl could feel his hands running
over her body and his stiff member against her virginity, then a
sudden tearing pain filled her body as he entered her. Her mind
screamed out desperately for help the only way it could.

<<GOD! PLEASE SOMEONE HELP ME!! MAKE HIM STOP!!
PLEASE, IT HURTS SO BAD!!!>>

Sean was busy getting a drink for his guests when he heard a
scream come from the other room. He ran in to see Elizabeth
Braddock's body jerking upward, blood running from her right nostril,
Warren was doubled over on the floor, clutching the
sides of his head.

"Warren what in the . . . " His own voice was cut off as the X-
Woman grabbed him and pulled his face close to hers.

"It's Jubilee Sean, she's being hurt terribly, we must find now!", Her
voice cried out in the shared pain with the girl then she
collapsed.

"What happened Warren?", Sean held Psylocke gently laying her on
the floor.

"I don't know, we were just sitting here, and suddenly I felt this pain
deep in my groin and I heard a scream in my mind. Betsy
must've pushed it out to me because she couldn't handle it all."

Lying on the floor the Asian woman sat up and gasped, staring with
wide horrified eyes, she looked at the two men.

"Betsy, can you tell us where Jubilee is at?", Banshee asked
anxiously.

"I . . . I . . . I . . . ," she closed her eyes and concentrated, "No, I can't
feel her anymore. Either she's unconscious from the pain
or else . . . "

"No!", Sean said vehemently, "I won't believe that Jubilee is dead.
Come on, maybe the computer can find out where she's at."

The trio went to one of the consoles' in Emma's office and tried to
find Jubilee.

"Computer, location of Jubilation Lee.", Sean said into the
microphone.

A computerized voice of Emma Frost replied, [["Lee, Jubilation:
designate: Jubilee is not currently located on the grounds."]]

"Look again."

[["Affirmative. Lee, Jubilation: designate: Jubilee is not currently
located on the grounds."]]

"Damn," Archangel swore softly, as his technorganic wings came
ripping out from his back.

"Computer last know location of Jubilation Lee."

[["Last known location of designate: Jubilee - sector 10."]]

Sean looked up, "That sector covers a large dense forest, it'll be hard to
get through it by way of flight. Betsy, you should take the ground and
Warren can cover the air, I'll take the outer rim of the area."

INTERLUDE

"I hope you realize that we have a quite a few guests in the club tonight,
to include our dear 'White Queen' and her students. This private time will
make people think we don't care about them my dear Benazir.", Shinobi
Shaw's hands moved seductively around his companion's waist.

She gently pushed his hands away and chided him, "Now, now, you should know
that I wouldn't have taken you away from you fascinating conversation with
Tony Stark just to satisfy my carnal desires. No, this is quite a bit more
important then that, and it has to do with our plans for a certain, future
queen." The woman stressed the last two words, now getting the full
attention of man with her.

"Well Benazir if it's that important, then let's go see."

He took her arm and they headed off to his private office, when they
stepped in the woman picked up a small remote and activated a hidden
console. A large blank screen popped up and just below the screen, the
console read; TRANSMISSION SENT AND IS CUR- RENTLY BEING RECEIVED;
TRANSMISSION SENT BY - ****** **********; LOCATION - XAVIER SCHOOL FOR
GIFTED CHILDREN, SNOW VALLEY, MASS. Shinobi punched in a code and the
screen came to life, showing the violent assault on a young woman by a
large blond man. The surprising clearness of the image left little doubt
as to the identities of the two people, and the man cursed to himself.

"Shit! Damn it, Benazir are you sure that this is Jubilation Lee? Is it
anywhere near possible that this could be some other girl?"

"No, it's a positive I.D. of one Jubilation Lee. I saw it just as it was
being transmitted to us. There is no doubt that the girl is Jubilee and
the man is Victor Creed."

"I thought we had this taken care of already. That moron is going to ruin
everything."

"So what is the plan now? After this I highly doubt she'll be in any frame
of mind to be a leader of anything."

He didn't answer his companion, but silently watched as the scene played
out. The phone rang and the woman went over to answer it.

"Hello, Hellfire Club, may I help you?"

"Aye, I'm looking for Emma Frost. Is she there?"

"I'm not sure sir, but if you give me your name I can go out and try to
find her."

"My name is Sean Cassidy and I work with Emma at a school near Boston. You
have to find her and tell her that I have to talk to her immediately!"

"Of course sir, please hold the line and I'll go see if I can find her."

She pressed the 'HOLD' button and put the phone back on the hook.

"Sean Cassidy is on line one and is looking for Emma Frost. Now I wonder
what it could be about."

Shinobi shot out of his chair and turned to look at the woman.

"You mean he's on the phone, right now and looking for Emma?"

"Yes."

A cruel smile crossed his face, "Well, well, well, this just might not be a
total loss after all. It's just too bad we can't find Ms. Frost anywhere."

Benazir started to smile as she reached for the phone, "I'm so sorry Mr.
Cassidy but I can't find Ms. Frost anywhere. Maybe you should give me a
message and when she comes in I'll relay to her."

"Aye, that'll have to do. Just tell her that Sean Cassidy called and that
some trouble has come up with one our students and that she must, emphasize
'must' lass, contact me as soon as possible."

"Yes sir, Mr. Cassidy, I'll be sure to give her the message. I hope that
the problem with your student isn't too serious sir."

"I pray you're right lass, I pray you're right."

The woman wrote down the message on a piece of paper, said good bye and
hung up the phone. Then without looking, she took the paper and threw it
into the garbage.

"Now where in the world did I put that message for Ms. Frost? Oh my
goodness, I'm getting so forgetful. Well, I'm sure I'll find it later on."

She looked over at her companion, now engrossed with what was playing on
the screen.

"Should I bring Emma in now?"

"No, let her enjoy the party for a while longer. I want her to see
everything from beginning to the very end, and let her get the full grasp
of the situation."

END INTERLUDE

The three ran outside, Warren lifted Betsy into the air and carried her to
the edge of the woods so they could start the search. They could hear a
soft sonic scream, deafened by the brief cold winds.

"Warren, what if she's . . . ?"

"No Betsy, Sean was right, we have to believe that Jubilee is alive. She's
been through a lot of bad things and survived."

Psylocke swiftly turned away from him and moved into the woods. He
couldn't see her face but he knew that what he felt back at the school was
nothing compared to what she must have experienced. Archangel prayed that
Jubilee was indeed still alive, because if she wasn't, there was no way
that anyone would be able stop Betsy from going after whoever committed
this crime.

*******
With a spasmodic lurch, Sabertooth's body gave out a shuddering release,
and he fell along side the girl's body to regain his breath. He looked
over at Jubilee and saw that she was unconscious. His fingers gently
caressed the side of her face as he felt for a pulse along her neck and
found it beating strongly. Victor found he could not keep his hands still
against her and leaned over her; with almost tender care, his fingers
traveled over her body, as if trying to memorize what she looked and felt
like. When his hands reached the opening he had been in so recently, he
moved back and downward to get a better view of it. He saw the blood
leaking from the wound and with his index and middle finger he pressed them
into her to touch the fluid within. He pulled his fingers out and found
them covered in her body's life fluid. Sabertooth brought those fingers to
his mouth and licked them clean of the blood. He looked up at Jubilee's
face and smiled before pressing his face to the orifice and lapped away at
the contents.

Suddenly, there was a shift in the wind and Sabertooth looked up in
surprise, and smelled the wind, then his face changed from a sort of loving
kindness, to a familiar mean spitefulness. He got up, quickly got dressed,
and walked over to his lover's unmoving body and spoke to her.

"I got to get goin' Rebecca, but I'll be back for ya. You're mine now and
no one is ever goin' ta take ya' away from me. I'll be comin' back soon
and then you and me are goin' away to a different' set o' woods; ones where
no one'll ever find us, no matter how hard they look. Then we'll be
together, just us and it'll be perfect."

Their was no response from the young woman as Victor looked up once again
and moved off into the darkness. Unknowing to the man, there was a woman
keeping careful watch over the scene. This was the same woman who had been
watching Jubilee ever since Shinobi Shaw hired her to keep track of the
girl at the mall. Now she was sending a transmission of what was going on
directly to her employer in New York. As she watched the man get dressed
and suddenly leave the area, a commanding voice entered her mind.

<<FOLLOW. THAT. MAN. >>

Unable to ignore the order, the woman moved off along the tree limbs, all
the while taping the man's escape. When she was well out of sight, a small
sparrow flew out of one of the nearby trees and landed softly on Jubilee's
chest. It had seen the entire violent act from it's beginning and looked
down at the girl with knowledgeable eyes. The bird spread its wings and
its eyes began to glow as it spoke to the unmoving form below it.

<<FROM A MOMENT OF DESPERATE NEED OUR BOND WAS FORGED. THROUGH OUR
COMMON
PAIN WE HAVE COME TOGETHER AGAIN. >>

Jubilee stirred slowly and with a pained murmur, spoke, "Yes. Join. Now."

The bird leaned forward and touched its beak to Jubilee's nose as it
entered her mind once more,

<<IT IS NOT YET THE TIME FOR US. WE MUST RELEARN AND DISCOVER ALL THAT WE
HAVE FORGOTTEN OVER THE AGES LONG SINCE PAST. WHEN ALL HAS BEEN KNOWN
AND
LEARNT WE SHALL JOIN. WE SHALL BECOME AS ONE. >>

The young woman fell back to the ground and relaxed, while the bird stood
up majestically and
arched its wings and body to their fullest form. A glowing light radiated
from its eyes outward, and encompassed the sparrow-like bird in a fiery
yellow aura. Then, in a single moment the small shimmering creature fell
on top of the girl and lay against her body. Soon Jubilee's own body began
to 'absorb' inflamed creature, creating a multitude of glowing luminescent
waves. The waves passed through her, briefly lighting each layer of her
body. First was what seemed like a road map of her circulatory system was
revealed, then came the musculature, showing her physical relaxed state.
After that Jubilee's nervous system glimmered to life, soon followed by her
skeletal anatomy and finally her heart, lungs and the rest of her internal
organs. When the light finally pierced through the many layers of her
body, all that was left was a small piece of radiant energy, within the
center of the girl's chest. That energy floated upward, through her neck
and face and came to rest inside the front of Jubilee's skull, where the
strange luminescence dimmed out leaving no trace of its actions.

The older woman quickly returned to her viewing area after watching and
taping Victor Creed escaping out of the woods and to his waiting Jeep. She
continued taping Jubilee as if nothing had happened.

Elizabeth Braddock stopped; she knew she was well beyond the perimeter
fence and she hadn't picked up even a slight thought from the young girl.
Psylocke opened her mind to its fullest range, in hopes that Jubilee would
be able to send even a brief mental picture, letting Betsy know where she
was at. Then it came to her; a tiny flicker, Elizabeth didn't know who it
might have come from, Jubilee or her attacker but she was determined to
find out. She followed the faint direction of the thought, through a
closed-in area of the forest. Soon she came to a small clearing, Psylocke
couldn't see very much and held the fear that whoever had assaulted Jubilee
had decided to take away her as well. Suddenly a thin beam of moonlight
appeared through a break in the clouds and lit the area. There the X-woman
caught sight of the young girl-woman she had lived in the same mansion with
for so long, the girl who would laugh and make fun of danger with her gum
popping attitude. The telepath quickly closed in the distance and knelt by
the young person, touching her throat, trying to see if she indeed was
alive. A weak but steady pulse beat against her fingertips and Betsy
sighed with relief, but soon relief turned to dread as she viewed the
bruises and cut marks against Jubilee's body. Her eyes moved downward to
the true nature of the invasion, and shuddered with disgust. She turned
away from the sight and opened her mind to seek out to her two friends.

<<Sean, Warren, I've . . . I've found her . . . She's been . . .
wounded, badly and we're in a very thick area of the forest. Archangel, I
believe that you're closer to us, so you'll have to fly her to the school.
>>

Warren Worthington hovered silently and closed his eyes to the pain in his
lover's mental voice. He couldn't see any images from her mind but from
the pain he had felt earlier in the evening, he knew what she was seeing
had to be bad. He confirmed the direction in which Psylocke and Jubilee
were at and was on his way to meet them. Sean headed back to the school;
he had already called Xavier's and told Hank what happened, the only thing
was, was that the Blackbird wouldn't arrive for at least another fifteen
minutes. He had to have the necessary equipment ready when Jubilee was
brought in.

Elizabeth took off her shirt and gently covered the girl; at the touch of
the cloth Jubilee stirred painfully, moaning and pleading, trying to push
away the cloth and the woman's hands away.

"N . . . n . . . n . . . oooo p . . . p . . . please, n . . . n . . .
noo more. D . . .d . . .d . . . do . . . do . . . don't hurt m . . . m . .
me no more."

"Shhh, Jubilation it's me. Psylocke. I'm not going to hurt you. I won't
let anyone hurt you."

"P . . . p . . . p . . . promise??"

"I swear it."

Then Archangel quietly walked in from the thick of the trees. He had flown
in a way back, so that he wouldn't frighten his former teammate. Jubilee
looked up and saw a tall blond figure approaching them and her voice
shrilled out in terror.

"NOT AGAIN! NOOOOO! NO MORE! NO MORE! NO MORE! GOD NOOO PLEASE!"

Betsy moved quickly to grab her and struggled to hold her down while trying
to calm her.

<<Jubilee! Look, it's just Warren. See? Now just try to calm down. >>

Psylocke relaxed her grip slightly to let Jubilee see that it indeed was
her friend and not an enemy, but even so Jubilee's body trembled like a
caged animal fighting the instinct to escape.
Warren knelt behind the woman and removed the shards of his shirt to aid in
covering the girl, his face held only kindness and concern as he spoke.

"Jubilee, we have to get you back to the school but there's no way a
vehicle can get in here. I have to carry you and fly back, okay?"

But when he reached out to pick her up, the girl only shrank back further.
Psylocke touched his arm and talked to him telepathically.

<<Warren, she's been too traumatized by the attack to be taken by you
alone. I think it would be best if I carried Jubilee and you carried the
both of us. >>

<>

<<No, not yet. Her mind is so closed up. She just doesn't want to deal
with it now. >>

Psylocke stood up, carrying Jubilee with her, holding her close.

"Jubilee, Warren is going to carry the both of us back to the school. I
need you to hang on tightly to me."

Archangel stepped forward, picked up Betsy and Jubilee and was off back to
the school.

INTERLUDE

The only son of Sebastian Shaw clicked the 'stop' button on the remote and
turned to the woman.

"You know, I have a feeling that this just might be of interest to Ms. Emma
Frost. Would you be a dear and go get her?"

"Believe me Shinobi, the pleasure will be all mine."

Benazir stood at the door and gave the man a devious grin while she walked
out. A short while later a perturbed Emma Frost walked in with the young
woman in tow.

"Well Shinobi, your friend, said that you had to see me. So what is it
that has such earth shattering importance."

"Emma, Emma, please! There's no need to cast such dispersions. I just
thought you'd want to see a special 'nature' documentary." He motioned to
a chair close to the monitor. "Have a seat why don't you? I'm sure you'll
find it quite entertaining."

The White Queen looked suspiciously at the two before taking the offered
seat. Shinobi said nothing as he pressed the 'play' button, but only
watched the blond woman's reaction to the scenes before her.

When Benazir first came out to get her, Emma was angered at the idea of
being 'summoned' like some common worker. But as the screen blazed to life
the anger toward the couple disappeared and was replaced by shock at what
she was viewing. It was the back area of the school grounds and she saw
Jubilee walking into the woods. The viewer played on and she watched as
her young pupil stumbled on a broken branch, then turned to a sudden
rustling in the trees. Shinobi looked over at Emma to see her reaction,
but her face was set in frozen stone, never betraying her thoughts or
emotions. The recorder played on, and Emma watched the young girl run
deeper into the woods, following the man she thought was Logan. Soon
enough though she saw it wasn't Logan at all but Victor Creed, a man who
despised Jubilation for just being close friends with Wolverine; she
listened to the conversation and watched as the two began to fight. A grim
satisfaction filled her mind as she watched Sabertooth fall to the ground
after Jubilee's final attack, but the feeling turned to concern as she
watched the girl fall into an unmoving heap. Concern then transformed into
horror as she saw Creed approach her pupil and spoke to her.

"I knew ya was the one, ever since I saw ya with the others in that mall a
couple months ago.
When I first saw ya I thought ya was that frail Emma Frost, but ya
surprised me sweetheart."

The teacher's mind whirled, 'that was right after she aged, but how could
he have found her if he was supposed to be with X-Factor in Virginia?'

"Ya gave me back the 'glow' Jubilation, and I'm gonna give ya' somethin'
too. After tonight ya' aint gonna be a little girl anymore, angel soon
you're gonna be a woman. I'll take care of ya' and you're gonna be all
mine, just like it's suppose' ta be."

Emma Frost could only sit and watch as the first student of her new school
screamed in pain and terror at the brutal invasion. She turned away from
the screen and stood up to look at the twosome who were wearing cruel
smirking grins.

"When did this happen?"

"Can't you see Emma dear? This happened this very evening, ummm, let's
see . . . ah yes, looks like about two hours ago. Give or take thirty
enjoyable minutes for Mr. Creed, that is."

His eyes moved over to his lover who was sitting on the edge of a desk and
spoke to her.

"Wow! I think he was having a very good time don't you think so, Benazir?
Looked to me like he was putting it all out for that young Miss Jubilation
Rebecca Lee."

He turned back to Emma and his face changed to a malicious hateful glare.

"Dear White Queen, you've failed again haven't you? Once again, you
weren't there for your student. And here I thought you actually learned
something from the Hellions you allowed die. You know what? I think
you're going to have a hard time getting your teacher's license this year.
I mean after all, you keep letting the enemy to get the 'jump' on your
students. Not just once but twice! It makes me wonder if you're still
able to hold the title of 'White Queen'. I think someone younger, better
at . . . "

Shinobi's words hung in the air, and his sentence was never completed. He
looked at the older woman with shock, alarm and fear written in his eyes.
Emma's eyes turned arctic blue and her features became a mask of boiling
rage.

"Tell me this Shinobi, in all of your little plans, did you actually
believe that the two of you could negate my powers in this room? Did you
both think that after all the time I have been here, I wouldn't have placed
my own personal 'back door' to this system so my powers would be available
to me when necessary? As stupid as he was, even your father knew better
then to try and attack me like this."

She stepped closer to the young man, until her body was pressed against his
chest, and whispered to him in a deadly soft manner.

"Be glad that I'm leaving right now Shinobi. Be so very glad. You don't
have the balls to come up against me boy. Your father didn't have what it
took to take me down, but then again he had enough sense not to try. Learn
from him childling, and do not try to play with me. Because in the end,
I'll win and I'll wipe the floor with you."

The blond woman turned and strode to the door, only glancing at Benazir,
who sat frozen to the desk.

"Next time hussy, get some clothes that actually fit you. Don't try to
play dress up with someone else's rags. It shows your true breeding."

The moment she was free of the room she opened her mind to her students.

<<We are leaving, right now. Get your things and let's go. >>

Her pupils looked up in surprise but didn't argue against the command.
They moved as one and picked up their things and met their teacher at the
door. The white limo was pulling up as they walked out and Emma
practically shoved her students into the vehicle. The group looked to her
for an explanation. She ignored them as the car wound its way to her home
where she picked up the rest of her students and the luggage. When the car
got moving again she gave a short explanation of her actions.

"I just found out that Jubilee has been seriously hurt. I've contacted the
airport and they'll have my private plane readied by the time we get there.
We won't know any more until we get back to the school, so just sit back
and enjoy the ride."

Frost knew that her voice sounded harsh, and her actions toward her
students was unreasonable but she didn't want to think about that at the
moment. Her thoughts turned inward, to the confrontation with Shaw's son
and his concubine. Her mind had been so filled with the nightmare that she
had watched that she knew it was only blind luck that she was able to catch
them off guard and hold them in a 'psychic' stasis. She used that
surprising move to turn the tables on them. But, with the inhibitors in
the room she was unable to dig into their minds and find out why they were
watching the school or even Jubilee for that matter. Deep inside of her
own mind, she was in turmoil; where in the world was Sean Cassidy when this
was happening? Or better yet, how could she have let it happen again?
Shinobi was right, she failed, she broke her promise; the promise she made
to herself not so long ago, that this time she would not allow anyone to
harm her 'children' again. The car slowed down and Emma looked out the
window to see her private jet fueled and ready to take off, she saw the
students' reflections and understood the concern and worry. She shut her
eyes tightly and let the 'Ice Queen' persona to take over.

"Let's go."

The team boarded the plane in silence and headed home.
END INTERLUDE

They were confused.

Paige didn't have to be a telepath to figure that one out. Jono, Everett,
Angelo, Monet and herself were having a great time at the party that was
held at the Hellfire Club. Miss Frost said they had to attend considering
she was still reigning White Queen and it was only proper that her students
attend with her. Mondo volunteered to stay behind and keep an eye on
Penance, Artie, and Leech. Franklin would be returning later on after his
visit with his family Susan and Reed Richards, Benjamin Grimm, and John
Storm of the Fantastic Four. 'It started out as a wonderful evening',
Paige thought, but then Miss Frost came out of no where and told them that
they were leaving without any explanation. The group got into the waiting
limo and only stopped by her penthouse for a short while, to pick up their
suitcases and the kids. Then it was off to JFK International Airport when
their teacher told them that Jubilee had been hurt badly and that they were
heading back to the school. She didn't give any extra explanation at how
she knew that Jubilee was hurt and as far as Paige could see, her teacher
wasn't about to offer any. Now the car was driving onto the tarmac where
the plane was waiting and the southern girl watched as her teammates
started at Miss Frost, trying to get her to say something about what was
going on. But in the end all did was look at them and spoke two words.

"Let's go."

They got into the plane without so much as a sigh, almost fearful to Miss
Frost's reaction to it. Now here she was, Paige Guthrie sitting in what
was getting to be one uncomfortable evening dress. She looked up and saw
Angelo and Monet carry Artie, Leech and Franklin to the back of the plane.
When Angelo saw she was looking, he motioned with his head for her to
follow them, so Paige got up and went along.

Everett, was sitting towards the front and if he heard the others moving
around he didn't acknowledge it; his mind was too filled with sadness and
guilt. From the first moment they started school; heck, he thought, even
before that, when they were fighting the Phalanx; Jubilee was hitting on
him. Teasing and playful, that was Jubilee; stealing his potato chips by
the campfire, sticking ice cubes down the back of his shirt. Letting him
know in her own way that she was his friend but she wanted something more.
He kept putting her off, letting her know in his own way that he would only
consider her as a friend; nothing more, nothing less. In his mind, she was
too young for him. True she was thirteen and he was fifteen, but those two
years made the world of difference to him, but still she kept on, and
didn't give up on them as a couple. Then she changed; over night she grew
up into one sexy babe. And soon after that, Jubilee stopped going after
Everett; sure she still played jokes on him and treated him like a pal but
there was no undercurrent of romance, no desire for something more like
before. He thought it was because of her aging, maybe she just didn't feel
as confidant or thought he'd just like her for her 'new look'. When he
found out that Miss Frost wanted all of them to go to New York with her,
Everett thought that this was his chance. But when the day came to leave
the school, Jubilee said she wanted to stay behind, claiming that she
hadn't perfected her telepathic shields well enough. So, he went off with
the others and she stayed behind with Mr. Cassidy.

Everett thought to himself, 'Yeah, look at me. My codename is Synch and I
can't even get in 'synch' with the girl I care for. First she comes after
me and I brush her off, then she grows up and I go after her only to have
her give me the cold shoulder'.

His line of thought was cut off abruptly by a gentle shove. He looked over
and saw Penance standing there, motioning for him to come back and join the
others. The boy shook his head 'no' and turned away to look out the
window. Penance shoved a couple more times but he ignored her, hoping
she'd just give up and leave. When she didn't touch him again, he thought
she finally got the hint, so he leaned back in his chair and closed his
eyes. Suddenly, there was a hard shove to the back of his chair; hard
enough to push him onto the floor. Everett looked up and saw his
red-skinned teammate looking at him with narrow angry blue eyes, and her
left arm pointing to the back of the plane. He knew then that no matter
what, he had to go along, so he got up and lead the way to the others while
she followed.

Jono glanced up and motioned for Everett to sit beside him. The chairs
were able to swivel around to allow the students to face one another.

<<What do you think happened back at the school? Could that Black Tom guy
have tried to take out the school again? >>

"I don't know, but what I want to know is what happened in that back room
to get Senorita Frost so pi . . . , 'upset'. We've seen her bad side but
when she came out . . . "

"Angelo's right, I've never seen Miss Frost look so 'shaken'. Do you think
it had something to do with whatever happened to Jubilee?"

"I would venture to say so Paige. I was talking to her before that woman
came out to get her and from what I could see, it looked like Miss Frost
was enjoying herself."

<<Could that Shinobi Shaw bloke be trying get at Frost by way of Jubilee?
>>

"No way!"

"Hey Ev, calm down. We're just talkin' here amigo."

"I know but it doesn't make sense. If he wanted to hurt Miss Frost then
why not just go after one of us?! I mean, we were there at the party! He
could have even gone after Artie, Leech or Mondo!"

"That's true too but one thing's for sure, whatever it is it has to be
bad."

"Ummm, Monet?"

"Franklin, what are you doing up? You're supposed to be asleep."

"How come you guys are still dressed up? Why didn't you all change clothes
back at Miss Frost's house?"

"Well Franklin, something came up back at school so we didn't have time to
change. That's why we're heading back now."

"But how come?"

"Miss Frost was in a hurry hon, so she didn't let us change clothes."

"But Paige, Leech wants . . . "

<<Great Ev, now you went and woke them both up.>>

"Hey! It's not my fault they woke up!"

"Now wait a minute, I thought you two were supposed to be asleep. You're
both going to be very cranky tomorrow when Artie wants to play and you two
want to nap."

"Ummm . . . okay Mondo, Leech and Franklin will go to sleep. G'dnight."

"Maybe we should talk about this in private when we get back to the school.
No sense in thinking of the worst when we don't have to amigos."

The group didn't go back to their original seats but stayed where they were
at, drawing the comfort and strength they needed from each other.

The plane landed a few hours later at Logan International Airport; as soon
as the plane stopped Emma Frost came out from the front area, ready to get
going once again even though the door wasn't opened yet. Mondo stepped up
to talk to his teacher.

"Uhh . . . Miss Frost?"

"Yes Mondo, what is it?"

Her voice was as sharp as Wolverine's old adamantium claws and her eyes
were like two pieces of blue rock ice as she looked at her pupil.

"Um . . . never mind. It's nothing important."

Emma didn't wait for the attendant to open the hatch but did it herself
and then laid out the steps to quickly leave the plane. Her students
followed out with only a few mumbled words between them, to another waiting
white limo. The luggage was loaded into the trunk of the car and soon the
team was off to the school.

When they arrived, both teacher and student could 'feel' something was
amiss. Nothing looked out of the ordinary on the outside of the main
building but when they walked in they knew something was wrong.

"Warren, what are you doing here?"

"Emma, what are 'you' . . . ? Never mind that, Sean will be glad that
you're here. I didn't think you'd be able to make it back tonight."

She was ready to ask Archangel once again what he was doing at the school
but the look on his face made her pause. Just then Sean came walking out,
dressed in jeans and his Celtics jacket, he looked too much like the X-Man,
with dark circles under the eyes and a sadness that surrounded them both.

"Ach Emma, I thought you'd not be able to return tonight." His eyes caught
sight of his students still dressed in their evening attire, the youngest
ones sleeping in the arms of the older children.

"You must have left after getting my message eh?"

The White Queen looked surprised for a moment at the question but quickly
hid it behind her mask.

"Yes of course, we left as soon as I received the message. Where is
Jubilee now?"

"Betsy and Warren brought her in a while ago; Moira arrived a short time
later and is with her now."

"Moira McTaggert? What is she doing here?"

"Beast was called away on another mission so Moira offered her services and
came instead. At least she believes that one person is more important then
business and doesn't take her sweet time getting to where she's needed,
like some people do."

Two figures stepped out into the corridor, a man in a gray jacket smoking a
cigarette and a young woman dressed in a blue and gold uniform. Emma's
eyes narrowed into slits at the obvious dig, then smiled coldly.

"Hello Kitty. Or is it Katherine now? Perhaps Ariel, Sprite or Shadowcat?
It is so hard to tell with you child, you change names like some people
change clothes."

The man gently tried to pull the young woman away, "C'mon love, we're all
on edge right now, you don't want to start something you're going to regret
later."

But she phases out of his reach and speaks once again to Emma, "Regret what
Pete? Saying that what happened to Jubilee is her fault?! She already
knows it; from the beginning she makes this great claim that she will not
allow any more of her students to get hurt and then what does she do? She
fails at helping and protecting. Again. Am I going to regret saying
that? I don't really think so."

Shadowcat walks closer to the teacher with venom in her eyes.

"Why Kitty, I never knew you cared so much for Jubilee, I was led to
believe that by your actions alone you thought she was pretty much a
spoiled brat not worthy of your friendship. You two never got along
before, as I saw it you both thought you were in competition for Logan's
affection."

"Yes Emma, you're right, at first when I met Jubilee I didn't like her that
much and I didn't know why Logan like her. But, after a while I discovered
what Wolverine saw in her and I started to enjoy her company. In fact I'd
go as far to say that she is one of my best friends. I know that she would
never abandon me."

The White Queen looked at the young brunette and saw that not only in her
voice but in her mind Kitty Pryde was speaking the truth. Deep down she
cared for the young Asian girl, and felt that she, herself was at fault for
letting Jubilee go with Emma so soon after Logan left the X-Men. Emma's
eyes tore away from the angry glare and she looked towards her students
still standing quietly in the corridor. In a more business like manner she
spoke to them.

"I want you to put the children to bed, change and get into bed yourselves.
There will be no classes tomorrow so sleep in for a while. If anything
comes up Mr. Cassidy or I will call for you."

A few of the students opened their mouths to argue against it but Sean made
his presence known.

"You heard Miss Frost, it won't help Jubilee if all of you are falling over
from yawning and exhaustion. Now get out here and get some sleep."

They looked to the teachers, then the visitors and decided that it would
be best to listen just this once. The group slowly walked upstairs
quietly, and surprisingly Jono went with the guys to their rooms.

"I want to see her Sean."

A simple statement came from the woman who was once the enemy of the X-Men.
She didn't turn around to confirm the answer, only walked away around
Kitty and Pete Wisdom down to the MedLab. As the doors opened into the
hallway to the medical area, Emma could hear only the clicking of her heels
on the hard white floor, no sound, or echo could be heard in the area. She
stopped in front of the doors to the examination room and pressed her hand
against the pad.

[[ Identify: Frost, Emma: designate: White Queen, security access
confirmed. Please Enter. ]]

The first thing she saw was Psylocke's purple hair tied up like a bun, she
was hovering over Jubilee, murmuring what she thought must have been
soothing words of comfort. Jubilee's legs were high up in stirrups and it
looked like Moira was busy finishing up her examination. All she could do
was stand there and watch as the Scottish woman gently lowered the girl's
legs onto the bed and carefully covered her with a blanket. When she
turned around and spotted the teacher, she motioned for her to enter one of
the private rooms so they could talk.

Moira McTaggert stared hard at the woman whom she thought she was in
competition for the man she loved; Sean Cassidy. But looking at her now,
she knew that despite the many differences they had and would have, Emma Frost loved her students in much the same way a parent would love his or her child. Her voice was kind when she spoke.

"Emma, Jubilee was hurt quite badly. She has several lacerations over her
legs, arms and breasts, also some bruising on the inside of her thighs, but
the worst injury is internal. Whoever did this was either abnormally
'large' or the person was sick enough to use a foreign object to assault
her. There was massive tearing along the walls that I've stitched up, and
hopefully there won't be an infection, but with amount of damage and the
area that it's in . . . well, we can only hope for the best. And she's
lost a lot of blood, which is why I have her hooked up for now."

"Do you know who did this yet?"

"No, not yet. I . . . "

"Go on Moira, it can't be any worse then what you've told me so far."

"I can't find out who did this yet because their is very little evidence of
it happening."

"WHAT?!? What do you mean ' very little evidence'? My God, look in there
and tell me how very little evidence you have."

"That is not what I meant! If you'd calm down, I'll tell you. Do you want
to wake the wee lass?"

"No of course not, please go on."

"The reason I can't find much is because whoever did this wore protection;
a condom. I haven't found a trace of semen anywhere. Not anywhere on the
inside or outside of her body, not anyplace. I found a few hair and skin
samples that I'm waiting for the results on. But other then that, there is
nothing."

Emma turned away and muttered to herself, "At least he didn't try to get
her pregnant."

"What did you say Emma?"

"Nothing, nothing at all. I trust you'll relay this information to
Banshee, Archangel and the others?"

"Y . . . y . . . yes of course. But where are you going?"

"Out for a walk."

INTERLUDE

************Greece

Logan smiled gently as he smelled the tang of salt water in the air coming
in from the sea. He and Elektra came by her homeland once again to visit
with her family, it was the first time in many weeks that he actually felt
relaxed enough to be around people. He now knew why she was sent to 'put
him back on the path'. They were both two peas in a pod, struggling to
fight for what was right and good, all the while fighting even harder to
fight the darkness and hatred they had once embraced. His smile grew wider
as he heard the feather light footsteps of his traveling companion, a
moment later she layed her hand on his shoulder.

"You aren't falling asleep out here, are you Logan?"

"Nah, just enjoin' the view darlin'. What 'bout you?"

"I'm just glad to be back home my friend, and glad that you decided to come
along with me. I came out to tell you that the desert will be ready
shortly."

"I'm tellin' ya Elektra these folks a' yours are gonna get me fat and lazy
with the spread they put out."

"I'll relay the message to the cook. I'm sure that she'll be pleased to no
end."

Suddenly a flash of light interrupted the couple's conversation, the two
jumped up in a fighting stance. When the light died down all that remained
was a short Aborigine man, sitting with his legs crossed.

"Gateway," was all Wolverine said, as he retracting his bone claws.

"Who is he Logan," Elektra asked, still unsure of the safety of her family
and home from this intruder.

"He a friend darlin', he just enjoys makin' these pop-up appearances."

Gateway sat there almost motionless, his eyes shut as if in sleep; then
they popped open and he looked at the feral man and the ninja woman with a
deep sadness. He pulled out his closed fists, one hand pointed to each
person. When Wolverine and Elektra stretched out their own hands to him,
he dropped an object into each one. Logan looked down and saw two hot pink
earrings carrying name 'Jubilee'. The woman saw that she was holding a bit
of khaki colored cloth with a few dark splotches on it.

Wolverine held the earrings close to his nose and inhaled deeply, his eyes
narrowed to tiny slits, the sound in his throat turned into a barely
controlled growl. The woman looked to the man with a question in her eyes.

"These earrings are from Jubilee, Elektra. That's the girl I told ya about
before when we first met up. Her scent is all over these things but
there's another smell on 'em."

"Yes, this also has a different smell to it that doesn't seem to be from a
young girl." She showed him the scrap of cloth.

He looked at Gateway and shook his head angrily, then turned on his heel
and walked to the border of the fence, just overlooking the mountainside
and sea.

"I ain't goin'."

The woman looked to him in surprise, "What do you mean, you won't go? He
is obviously here because something has happened to this girl and you are
needed."

"Me?! You got ta be jokin'. I barely got my own head on straight, what
kind o' help am I goin' to be ta her?"

"From all that you have told me, you consider her the daughter you never
had."

"Yeah? So what, she's got plenty of others ta help her out."

"You know what the spots on this cloth is from, you also know whose scent
is all over these objects. I know this as well, I've fought this man from
time to time, and I know that whatever he has done to this child; it has
been terrible. This girl, Jubilee needs no fighter or X-Man with her at a
time like this. What she does need is a man who has cared for her, someone
who loves her without reservation and would never dream to harm her the way
this creature has."

Logan didn't turn around to face her but continued to look out to the
blue-green waters.

"Ya don't get it do ya?! I'm. Not. A. Man. Anymore! Hell, I ain't even
the man named Logan; I'm just some kinda freak wearin' a man's clothes.
Jubilee don't need that around. She's got Gumbo, or Cyke, or Beast or
anyone of the others to help her out."

Elektra's eyes grew dark with anger and she quickly walked over to
Wolverine and pulled his arm back so he would face her. Her voice was a
barely controlled rage.

"Are you so wrapped up in your own self-pity that you will not go to help
this girl? She who risked her own life to save yours, not so long ago,
from, . . . what did you call them? The Reavers? This young girl who
lost her own parents, saved you from death's door, made sure you were cared
for and who protected you from harm? You told me that once before, soon
after you left, after you lost the metal in your body, that this 'creature'
tried to kill everyone in the home in which you lived. To include this
girl Jubilee. Did you ever go to see her afterwards? Try to find out if
she was hurt? Or were you still too enclosed in your own little world of
doubt and self-destruction that you didn't even think to try?"

The woman closed her eyes in an effort to control herself when she spoke
again to Logan.

"I cannot force you to go to Jubilee, but remember, the path you walk is
not just one to regain your humanity, but to know where your heart lies.
You said that you think of Jubilee like a daughter and you her father,
answer me this; would a father abandon, yes abandon his own flesh and blood
to others? To only be there in the good, happy times and leave when she is
hurting or frightened? You claim you love her as if she came from your
body, but your actions speak otherwise. You've been there at the
beginning, like a father figure, enjoying the unadulterated love of a child
but when it got tough for you, when it became to hard for you to handle,
you ran. Are you going to keep running? Keep saying that 'she has plenty
of others to help her out' knowing that what she needs is you? Or are you
going to face up to the fact that with a daughter's unstoppable love comes
the knowledge that despite your personal problems, you have to go her when
she needs you by her side."

He looked up at the woman who started him on his path to becoming a human
being once again, and smiled a smile of understanding.

"I didn't figure you for the talkative type Elektra, but you're right, I've
been thinkin' of myself for too long. You know don't got ta go with me
darlin', but . . . "

"There is a reason he gave us both something my friend. Besides, what kind
of teacher would I be if I left my pupil to walk alone before he was ready?
We will go together Logan."

The Canadian man and the Grecian woman walked back to the Aborigine still sitting cross-legged on the floor. Without looking at the twosome he
pulled out his bullroarer and swung it around, creating a 'gateway' to
which the three people disappeared.

END INTERLUDE

Part Eight

NOTE: <<>>= Telepathic speech
[[ ]]= Computer voice

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
~~~
INTERLUDE

The place was dark; not even a star in the sky. Jubilee couldn't even see
her hand in front of her face. She tried to remember what happened, she
knew that she went out for a walk, leaving Sean, Warren and Betsy inside to
talk privately. Then she was out by the woods, but after that it was a
haze; the memory was there, and yet it wasn't.

<<DO YOU TRULY WISH TO KNOW WHAT HAS OCCURRED, MY HEART? >>

Jubilee jumped at the voice, it sounded like it came from all around her.

<<IT IS ALL AROUND YOU, MY SOUL. WE ARE WITHIN YOUR MIND. DO NOT BE
AFRAID. >>

She jumped again, but quickly recovered, she wasn't going to let a little
scare tactic like this frighten her.

<<You know what happened to me? >>

<<YES. I VIEWED IT ALL. >>

<<Then tell me what happened. >>

<<YOU ALREADY KNOW WHAT HAPPENED. YOU ARE MERELY CLOSING YOURSELF
OFF TO
THAT EVENT FOR NOW. >>

Jubilee looked down and saw herself moving through the woods, fighting
someone. The young woman moved in closer and her eyes went wide at the
sudden flood of memory.

<<Oh god! I ... I remember now. It . . . it hurt so bad. I couldn't
get him off of me. . . . couldn't make him stop. >>

<>

Their was no comfort in the voice that spoke to Jubilee, no warmth or
understanding; no emotion at all, just as if it was reading a story.

<<YOU MISTAKE THE TONE FOR THAT OF ONE WHOM DOES NOT UNDERSTAND. BUT
YOU
ARE WRONG MY HEART. I HAVE KNOWN THIS KIND OF . . . VIOLATION. >>

<<Who are you? >>

A small sparrow came from the darkness, it was enveloped in a golden flame
and it landed on Jubilee's right shoulder.

<>

END INTERLUDE

Wolverine walked into the examination room where Jubilee was at; to his
eyes she looked so weak and frail. As if her attacker sucked the very life
and energy out of her. Pyslocke was sitting at her side, a small smile
playing on her lips and face. She looked up at him and he saw the dark
circles under her eyes, the strain around her mouth, and how exhausted she
looked.

"Hello Logan, it's good to see you."

"How's the kid doin'?"

"She hasn't been conscious since I found her about . . . two hours ago.
I don't know how long she was out before that. Other then that, I don't
know. Moira talked to Emma a while ago but she hasn't said anything to
me."

"Prob'ly wants to tell us all at once, away from Jubilee. Is there
anything goin' on in her mind? Like who did this to her or how it
happened?"

"When I found her, her mind was a total blank, she had no thought pattern
at all. But now it seems that she, . . . well she, . . . "

"What. What's goin' on?"

"It's nothing dangerous for her, I believe it's just a way to keep her from
remembering what happened before she's ready for it. That's all."

"Mind if I sit with her fer a while?"

"Of course Logan, go ahead. I'll wait outside."

Wolverine pulled up a different chair as Psylocke was leaving and sat down
straddle-wise. His eyes and face looked thoughtfully at the young girl.

"Well kid, ya know I ain't much for yakkin' the night away, but I got some
things to get off my chest and well, this is prob'ly the only time I'll get
a word in edge wise with ya. I ain't much fer apologizin' either but then,
ya know that already huh? . . . damn, this is harder then I thought. This
is what I git fer 'portin over with Gateway and Elektra, instead o' takin'
a good ol' fashioned plane. I never did tell ya about me and Elektra, did
I? I think I wrote ya a letter on it but I ain't too sure. She says she's
here to help put me back on the path o' the warrior, so's I don't go
totally freak-o on everyone. But you wouldn't mind, would ya kid? Nope,
ya always took me as I was, drunk, feral, angry, calm, didn't matter to
you. Ya stuck by me when I was bad off; and to this day I don't know why
you stayed with me. I was just a foul mouthed old man, who was a bear ta
be around but ya stayed. Then ya found out that Kitty was with me before
you and ya got all jealous over it. Kitty too; that's one thing I never
thought I'd see; two women fightin' over me. But I think you two are more
like sisters then anything. You fight like cats and dogs on the outside
but if anyone messes with either of ya', the other one is there, quick to
fight the one that hurt the other. That's what's happenin' upstairs
darlin', Shadowcat's angrier then nothin' else, and wants ta kill whoever
hurt ya like this."

He reached down and gently lifted her hand to his face, feeling the soft
smooth skin against his stubble and hyper sensitive flesh.

"I was selfish Jubilee, I should have never left ya' after Mags hurt me. I
just didn't know what ta do, and I didn't want any pity or sympathy from
the others, ya' know? I know everyone meant well and all, but I thought it
just best if I left. But, I shoulda' come back after I found out what
happened with Creed. Their ain't no excuse for it and I'm not gonna offer
one. But I'm here now, and I'm not leavin' 'til everything is alright with
ya. And that's a solemn promise; kid."

Wolverine heard the door quietly open and soon a hand was laying on his
shoulder.

"Logan, Moira's ready to talk to us now. We should get going."

"What if Jubilee wakes up? We shouldn't be leavin' her alone."

A shy voice came from the darkness, and a young Hispanic man came walking
in.

"I'll watch her for you Miss Braddock, Mr. Logan, I couldn't sleep anyway,
so it's no problem for me, amigo."

"Angelo? You look tired, you should be up in bed."

"Nah, senorita I always look like this."

"Well, thanks kid, we'll be back when the doc is done talkin' ta us."

"Okay, but there's no hurry, I'm not going anywhere."

Logan stretched and got out of his seat. He took Betsy's hand as they
walked out of the room. Angelo took the seat that Psylocke had left
earlier and made himself comfortable. In the area of LA where he'd lived,
Skin had seen this kind of thing happen to too many girls. Jubilee was a
victim of rape; plain and simple. The young man closed his eyes and
struggled to keep his tears in check. His gray hand reached out to cover
one of his teammate's, gently holding it in comfort.

"You know Jubes, I never thought this kind of stuff happened in a place
like this. Y'know? Boston Massachusetts, home of the old blue bloods. I
always thought a place like this was supposed to be safe, someplace where
you didn't have to worry about drive by shootings, or some psycho rapist.
You probably think I have to be the biggest idiot in the world to think
that stuff like this wouldn't happen here. Well if you don't Jubilee, I
do."

Skin closed his eyes against the tears that were threatening to fall.

"I wish this didn't happen chica, you deserved better then to be some guy's
good time. But you don't need to hear that now huh? There's gonna be time
enough for that later; so why don't I tell you what happened while we were
in New York."

Angelo forced his voice and mind to a more cheerful pattern and began to
relay the weeks' events to his unconscious teammate.

The main living room was so charged up, that if someone had dropped a pin,
the area would have been obliterated. Kitty, Pete, Warren and Sean stood
close to each other, unsure of what was happening or what would happen.
Moira had called through the comm. system to tell them that her examination
was complete and that she would be up soon to tell them what happened.
Betsy and Logan came into the room and sat off by themselves, desiring only
to be alone in their thoughts for a short time.

Dr. MacTaggert came up a short while later, carrying a large bottle of
soda. Sean walked over to her and leant his silent support. With a deep
sigh the doctor began.

"I can only tell you what I've already told Emma. Jubilee was raped by a
man who sexually; was abnormally large. My first thoughts were that the
assault was from some kind of foreign object was used against her, but I've
checked it further, that's not the case. Though no semen traces were found
anywhere, I did find hair and skin samples, and I'm running them through
the computer now. As I said no semen was found so, thankfully whoever did
this wore protection, and there's no worry of pregnancy or sexually
transmitted diseases. There is on the other hand, another worry. As I
said at first, the person who did this was abnormally large, so the damage
to the wee lass's sexual area is great. I found multiple tears and rips
all along her inner walls and there is damage to the cervix itself."

Moira turned away from the silent shocked group in an effort to control her
own raging emotions. Kitty shuddered and turned into her lover's shoulder,
the man wrapped his arm around her but face was set in stone. Everyone
else with the exception of Sean also wore no expression, they were just
waiting for the rest of the ball to drop.

"I've sewn up the wounds and have a blood transfusion going so that her
body can replenish the amount lost during and after the attack. But the
damage was so severe, that there is a high risk of infection, which could
make her extremely sick and chances are, leave her barren. Almost
seventy-five percent of her body and face was also covered in cuts and
bruises, but since they aren't that bad, I'm not worried about them. We'll
have to wait for a while to see how it goes. Hopefully, the antibiotics
will work and their will be no infection and she'll physically heal with no
complications."

Logan clutched the earrings tighter into his fist and kept silent. Elektra
was right, the kid needed a fatherly man around not some berserker
Wolverine and team rushing off to make Sabretooth pay, even though that was
what his soul was screaming for. He heard Sean sit Moira down and ask her
softly where Emma went to. She said that Frost went out for a walk,
chances were that she went down by the area Jubilee was attacked at.

**********************

Emma was down on her knees, oblivious to the mud and stains collecting on
her expensive gown. She held a clear plastic bag and a large pair of
tweezers in her hands. On the ground beside her lay a large lantern type
flashlight, illuminating the area. The woman's eyes carefully scanned the
ground, every few moments picking something up and placing in one of the
growing piles of plastic ziplock bags.

"You know, I am a telepath so it's no use trying to hide from me; Elektra.
I suppose Logan is inside."

"Yes, he is. How did you know I was traveling with him?"

"As I said, I'm a telepath. He is foremost in your thoughts."

The silence grew between the two women like a wall. A wall that the Greek
woman knew just how to crush.

"You know who did this, don't you?"

"I know the same as you, my dear."

"That is untrue. Your movements say that you know more then what you're
willing to talk about. You saw what happened to her, didn't you?"

The blond woman turned to face the unwanted guest.

"So what if I did. What's it going to accomplish?"

"You must tell the others."

Emma choked out a laugh at the woman standing behind her.

"Do you think it's going to help? Let me let you in on a little secret.
You see Jubilee, myself, practically everyone here? We're mutants; so that
means no matter what kind of bad things happen to us, according to the
majority of the people, we deserve what we get. In fact, they'd probably
like it if we get it worse. Another thing is, is that the 'man' who did
this? He doesn't even exist anymore. If you'd been watching the news a
couple months ago, you would have seen that 'he' killed a great deal of
people and was shot to death by a police officer. You can't charge someone
that's not 'alive', someone who no longer exists. Not even in the
ninety's."

"Then why are you bothering with all of this? As you said, you can't do
anything anyway," Elektra said while pointing out the various items lying
on the ground.

"Why? Because, being around these children gives me a stupid sense of
what's right, and what has to be done. Even though, 'he' probably won't
even get a slap on the wrist, I have to do all I can to help Jubilee in any
way I can."

The raven haired woman walked over, knelt by the blonde woman and quietly
began helping her place all of the small carefully named bags inside of a
larger one.

"You must know that this isn't your fault."

Emma didn't look at the woman but her hands became still and her voice
became as hard as steel.

"Well, what I do know is that against my better judgement I left her
behind; when I should have forced her to come along. This, . . . this is
what I get for being soft. That child is in the MedLab because I didn't
have the balls to make her come with us. I could have mentally dragged her
to the car and just lived with her cold shoulder, but no, I took the easy
way out and let her stay."

"From what Logan has told me, Jubilee has a spirit all her own and no one
or thing can change her mind once it been made up."

"You don't get it do you?! Every night I go to sleep, I see the blood of
the Hellions on my hands. Even though I didn't kill them, I hear their
cries for help, hear their blame because I wasn't there to protect them!
When the mansion was attacked by the Phalanx, Sean sent Sabretooth to get
Jubilee and myself. When I saw her unconscious on his shoulders, I thought
nothing of it. My own safety was first and foremost on my mind. Later,
when we sought out Everett Thomas, we were attacked by the Phalanx again.
Specifically Jubilee and I; my powers didn't work against them as they did
in the mansion and Jubilee was too afraid of losing control over her own.
Without a thought of myself I pushed her in back of me, trying to protect
her what little I could. That was when I knew I had a second chance to do
things right. To protect the new students we were searching for in the way
I didn't before. So you see, I had another chance and I just threw it
away."

"That's strange Miss Frost, I never knew you were a clairvoyant."

"I never said I was."

"Then accepting the blame for something you couldn't have foreseen is
ignorant. Instead of taking the blame for something that is not your
fault, you should be inside offering comfort to those students you profess
to have the desire to protect so much. Or do you think that you have a
student body of only one girl?"

Emma stood up, brushing some of the dirt off of her dress.

"You know, if you were anyone else, I'd fry your brain right now for
talking to me like that."

"So what is stopping you?"

"The fact that Logan is inside and chances are he'd skewer me if I harmed
even one of your precious brain cells."

INTERLUDE

A redheaded woman looked up in surprise at the familiar sound of a vehicle
headed up the dirt road. Surprise turned into a questioning glance as she
saw the owner of the jeep get out. His blonde hair was still damp, and his
body had a freshly cleaned look, as if he had just gotten out of the
shower.

"So Victor, you're back early."

"Ya miss me, Misty?"

"The day I miss you is a day I'll sit down to watch a 24-hour marathon of
Barney and PeeWee's Playhouse. So, are you going to tell me why you're
back so early and why you're in such a good mood?"

"Let's just say I found exactly what I was lookin' fer, and leave it at
that frail."

"And what exactly were you looking for Sabretooth?"

Forge and Alex stepped out from the doorway, both men giving the savage
murderer a steely glance.

"Well boys, that ain't none o' your damn business. I got my right to
privacy to ya know."

Sabretooth walked with an easy stride past the small group and tipped his
hat to them as he walked in. Alex turned and with a cold look on his face
spoke to his teammate.

"Creed, if I find out you did anything wrong . . . "

"Kid you ain't even scarin' the field mice with that crap o' yers. I'm
gonna hit the hay."

Raven bent over and picked up the weaponry she brought outside to clean and
was ready to head in when Forge touched her arm and stared at her with a
questioning gaze.

"Don't look at me shaman. He's acting in too good a mood, but I don't know
what's going on. And frankly, I don't want to know. I'm not his
babysitter, you are, so if you want to know what's going on in that messed
up melon of his, you go ask."

Victor Creed fell on his bed with a relaxed abandon he hadn't felt in a
long time, his mind and body were at ease. He let his mind wander back in
time and thought to himself.

'When Birdy gave me the 'glow' those many times it seemed like she wasn't
giving me her all. The demons and ghosts were still there but just behind
a thick glass window, out of touch but not out of sight. It was the same
way with the X-broads; Xavier made them give me the 'glow' but old baldy
never told them how much to give me. The only time I got a friggen' full
dose of it was when 'Rebecca' was kidnaped by Caliban and they needed me to
find her. Part of the deal was that I get the 'glow' from Jeannie and
damn, did she give it to me. Stupid frail, if it wasn't fer my healing
factor, she would have fried my brain for sure. But my 'Rebecca'; yep that
beautiful gal, took care of it better then the ones who were doin' it fer
years. Just have to wait for a while, then I'll go back and by then she'll
be more then willin' ta go along with me.'

The blonde man turned over on his side away from the camera that watched
over him when he was away from the team. Once he was comfortable he closed
his eyes and finally allowed a smile of total satisfaction and pleasure to
cover his rough features as he drifted off to sleep with dreams of what
would come to be for himself and his 'firecracker angel'.

END INTERLUDE

Emma walking into the house through one of the hidden back ways. She knew
that most of the students were awake and were listening to Moira's report
on what happened. Keeping herself unseen she saw the huddled mass of six
students sitting close to one of the air vents that carried the
conversation from the living area. The teacher watched as Paige turned to
Everett's shoulder to lean on with a muffled sob. Monet quietly held Mondo
in her arms as her eyes stared into nothingness. The teacher couldn't see
Jono or Mondo's faces but she could almost feel the anger coming off in
waves from the two. Penance sat close by, her eyes glowing with a bluish
light that carried a rage Emma had never seen before.

Paige spoke in hushed tones, "Why did we go off and leave her alone?"

<<Sunshine, no one knew this would happen. It's just something bad that's
happened. >>

"What should we do? You think we should try and go see her?"

"No, I recently saw Angelo going down to the MedLab. I believe it would be
best if we waited."

"Now Monet, that's the best suggestion I've heard all night."

The students jumped at the sound of their teacher's voice, looking at her
with guilty yet angry faces.

"I was hoping that for once you children actually listened to what Sean and
I told you to do. 'We' will find the person who did this, I assure you.
But at times ignorance is better, which is why we wanted to spare you from
this news until later on. I had a feeling that this is what happened to
Jubilee when we walked in the door.

<<Then why the hell didn't ya tell us ya sod! >>

Emma walked closer to her students and her face changed to a mask of iron
as did her voice, "Mr. Starsmore, I will ignore what you just said because
I know you're hurting right now and I'm a kind. And. Caring. Teacher.
But don't even 'think' you'll talk to me like that again. Do I make myself
clear? The reason I didn't tell you was because of the way all of you are
acting now. Do you think Jubilee will get any comfort from knowing you
were up all night thinking of what happened to her? She has her own grief
to deal with without your self righteous indignation to add to the pot.
Now get up, go to your rooms and try to get some sleep. 'We' will deal
with this when everyone has a clearer mind."

When the students didn't rise to obey her orders Emma went into their
minds.

<<Let me put it this way. You can either willingly, walk to your rooms,
get into bed and get some sleep. Or you can go 'unwillingly' meaning I
stay in your minds and I make you walk to your rooms, get into bed and get
some sleep. And let me remind you, if I have to do it; it will be a great
deal more 'uncomfortable' for you all. >>

Knowing that Miss Frost wasn't bluffing, the group slowly got up and went
to their rooms. Their faces showing a variety of emotions, but they said
nothing to the teacher as they walked by.

As Emma turned away to leave the room the conversation picked up from the
living room. She stopped and knelt by the vent to listen.

"Elektra, did ya find Frost?"

"Yes my friend I did, we had quite an enlightening talk. But how is
Jubilee doing?"

"She hasn't woken up yet, but I'm not thinkin' that there's a problem."

Dr. MacTaggert came rushing into the room carrying a few sheets of paper.
The expression on her face was filled with a mixture of disgust, anger,
shock and sorrow.

"What is it love?"

"The computer came back with the attacker's name. It's a positive match
with the hair and skin samples I put in."

Pete Wisdom wrapped his arm around his lover's waist and held her tightly
as he spoke, "Well then, who is it?"

The doctor held out the paper for everyone to see.

"Victor Creed a.k.a. Sabretooth"

INTERLUDE

<<What do you mean you're my half? I've never seen you before in all my
life. Why is it so dark in here? What in the world is going on? >>

<<YOU HAVE SO MANY QUESTIONS MY HEART. LET YOUR MEMORIES CONTINUE AND
YOU
SHALL SEE. >>

<<Just wait a minute here, if we're in my mind, then how am I keeping all
the others out? I mean the Prof, Jean, Betsy and Frosty, they're all
psi's. >>

<<YOUR DESIRE FOR PRIVACY HAS ALREADY CREATED A BARRIER FROM THEM.
THEY
CAN GO NO FURTHER THEN WE SHALL ALLOW. >>

Jubilee stood and watched as Creed continued to violate her body then
suddenly lift his head, got dressed and ran off. She caught sight of a
woman hidden in the trees, quickly moving off to follow the girl's
attacker. Then a bird flew down from the trees and landed on her chest.
Another wash of memories flooded around her as she viewed the events.

<>

<<IT IS ALWAYS DARK AT THE BEGINNING. THIS IS WHERE OUR JOURNEY MUST START. FROM HERE WE WILL GO FROM THE MOMENT OF OUR CREATIONS, TO THIS TIME AND PLACE. THIS WAY WE SHALL RELEARN ALL THAT WE HAVE FORGOTTEN. THIS WAY
WE SHALL BECOME COMPLETE. TWO HALVES JOINED TOGETHER TO FORM AS ONE THAT WAS MEANT TO BE. >>

END INTERLUDE

Dr. MacTaggert came rushing into the room carrying a few sheets of paper.
The expression on her face was filled with a mixture of disgust, anger,
shock and sorrow.

"What is it love?"

"The computer came back with the attacker's name. It's a positive match
with the hair and skin samples I put in."

Pete Wisdom wrapped his arm around his lover's waist and held her tightly
as he spoke, "Well then, who is it?"

The doctor held out the paper for everyone to see.

"Victor Creed a.k.a. Sabretooth"

*******************

"Oh no."

Emma jumped up and quickly ran downstairs.

Silence filled the room for almost a minute before the first reaction was
heard.

"THAT PIG! I'LL KILL HIM!"

"Kitty, love calm down. You'll wake the kiddies."

"Pete did you hear what she just said? Victor Creed did this to Jubilee!"

"I heard just the same as you luv. But screamin' like a banshee; sorry
Irish no offense, ain't gonna help her, now is it?"

"I know you're right, I know, but I just don't stand here and do nothing.
How many times is he going to do things like this and we stand by and let
him keep doing them? I am not going to let him get away with it this
time."

"And I'm quite sure that an eighteen-year-old girl is going to make Victor
Creed just drop to his knees and beg for your forgiveness. Is that what
you were hoping for Catherine?", the sarcasm was dripping off of the White
Queen's lips.

The Excalibur member turned to face the female teacher of the school,
"Maybe this is a good time for you to drop off into another one of your
'coma's' Emma. It's not like you'd actually do anything to help Jubilee.
No matter what you say."

Warren stood between the verbal combatants, "Emma, Kitty! That's enough
out of the both of you! My God, one would think that the both of you had
some kind of stake in this. Do either of you believe for a moment that we
don't feel the same way you do? Each one of us feels grief and anger at
Sabertooth for what he's done, but losing our own control and attacking
each other isn't going to do Jubilee any good. I tell you what, it's been
a long night, why don't we all get some sleep and talk about this in the
morning? I think we'll all have clearer minds to think with then."

Moira tried to hide her yawn but Sean saw it and spoke up, "That sounds
like a fine idea Warren, I doubt that any of you have even had a chance
for a nap since this whole thing started. There are plenty of guest rooms
set up, so why don't you all just head on up and try to get a few hours
rest."

The others started to argue but soon found the wisdom in the men's idea's.
All of the students would need the adults on hand tomorrow to answer
questions about what happened and find some kind of understanding about it.
They wouldn't be able to help them if they were half asleep and grouchy
themselves. Although no one wanted to, in the end they all went to the
guest rooms and soon they were all in a restless sleep. Logan separated
from the group and went back to check up on Jubilee. She was still
unconscious and Angelo was starting to nod off, the young man said that he
would stay and sleep on a spare bed, to make sure the girl wouldn't wake up
to find herself alone. Strangely enough Wolverine agreed; deep down he
knew that Jubilee's state of mind was fragile and having any man looking
even remotely like Creed could be an accident waiting to happen. So he
leaned over to the young woman, gently caressed her cheek, kissed her
forehead and walked out.

INTERLUDE

Light began to form in the shape of stars in near absolute darkness where a
young Asian woman stood with a bird upon her shoulder. The two watched,
transfixed as the starlight grew brighter and gave off more shape and
definition to the area around them. Jubilee's gaze became focused on foam
like structure that didn't seem to be far off in the distance. She watched
as 'pillars' rose from the base of the structure, and what looked like
small stars expanded within the growing object. She remember Hank McCoy
talking about something just like this not too long ago. Her mind pushed
past the recent hurt and pain to find the memory; then it came to her; he
called it a nebula or some kind of 'incubator for new stars'. At the time
she thought it was boring and not really worth her time, but now, viewing
it in its natural splendor and beauty, this great thing took Jubilee's
breath away and left her in awe.

<<Why are we here? You said we were supposed to relearn stuff. I don't
see what we're gonna' learn here. >>

<<BE PATIENT MY SOUL, SOON WE SHALL WITNESS ONE OF THREE BIRTHS AND VIEW
HALF OF OUR BEGINNING. >>

The fire bird and the young girl continued to watch and soon a thin stream
of light erupted from one of the stars within the massive nebula. Within
moments, each of the stars had a similar beam or strand of light coming
from within, each strand started to weave into the others until the
hundreds of thousands of 'strands' formed a lattice-type shell. The
complex weaving continued until the object had no opened spaces and it took
the appearance of an enormous egg that gleamed like a gemstone. Time soon
had no meaning as slow-moving planets and stars sped and the years began
pass into the minutes. Only the 'egg' rotated in slow silence as the
millenniums went by. Jubilee and the small flame-sparrow watched in
fascination as planets and suns were born, worlds collided and created
hundreds of millions of comets and meteors. Jubilee's mind traveled, she
had no real sense of time in this place but she thought that a couple of
days must have passed by while she stood there watching the breathtaking
scenes. Soon she was brought back to 'her place' and noticed the sudden
glowing of the 'egg' after more then ten million years of silent spinning.
The object began to rock slowly at first as if unsure of what it was doing,
but quickly enough the 'egg' began to shudder violently. Then, while the
small bird and girl looked on, the crystalline egg exploded and the
creature within unfurled its wings, stretched its body and arched its head
until it was opened for all to see its growing flaming beauty.

It is true that in the deepness of space, no true sound can be heard, but
even then, if you listen hard enough, you can hear the subtle nuances of
life and all that it surrounds; it is truly never ending. This was one of
the times that the cosmos stood still, no sound was heard. In this moment,
the endless reaches of space stood still, stood silent to bear witness to
the birth of one of its children.

END INTERLUDE

Jubilee woke with a start, blinking from the sleep in her eyes and at the
confusion of her surroundings. With a small, sad sigh she remembered what
happened and where she was. The young woman heard a muttering of words and
looked over to the bed beside her and there was Angelo Espinosa, sleeping
somewhat fitfully. Quickly enough though he rolled over and sank back into
a deeper slumber. Jubilee got up stiffly and put on her tattered robe, she
was glad that whoever dressed her used her one of her own nightgowns
instead of the featherweight lab gowns. As quietly as possible she made
her way out of the lab and into the elevator. It started to move upwards
and Jubilee wrapped her arms around her shoulders; her mind was filled with
images both horrific and fantastic. She only wanted to remember the
peaceful tranquility of where she had just been but Victor Creed and his
act pushed their way forward.

"Not now, not now, not now. Later, I'll deal with it later. Tomorrow,
tomorrow, tomorrow," the words were spoken in a mantra-like way, willing
the darker memories to leave.

A dull light flowed into the elevator, announcing to the girl that she had
reached the ground of the main building. She looked around for anyone, and
seeing no one, made her way to the kitchen.

"God, I haven't had anything to eat in like, . . . ," Jubilee looked up at
the clock and saw the time as five in the morning.

<<It was only the day after!?! I thought it was a lot longer after what .
. . After . . . >> She shoved the hurt back down and shifted her mind
from anything that didn't have to deal with her getting something to eat.

The first thing she noticed was all of the dishes and coffee cups littering
the counter top and table.

"There was no way that Sean, Warren and Betts could make that much of a
mess. We must've had some company last night. Computer, list everyone
that's in the building right now."

[[Designates located on school perimeters: Cassidy, Sean designate-Banshee
. . ]]

"You don't have to tell me the whole thing. Just . . . the code names is
cool."

[[Designates located on school perimeters: Banshee, M, Synch, Chamber,
Husk, Skin, Penance, Mondo, Jubilee, Leech, Artie, Richards, Franklin,
Wolverine, Archangel, Psylocke, Shadowcat, Elektra, MacTaggert, Dr. Moira,
Wisdom, Pete.]]

"We all came as soon as we could when we heard you were hurt Jubilee."

Jubilee jumped and her fingers lit up with sparks as she turned and quickly
moved into an attack position. Her features turned from surprise to anger
when she realized it was Kitty Pryde who stood at the door.

"Jesus Pryde, what the hell are you trying to do? Give me a freakin' heart
attack and kill me off?"

"No, I'm sorry, I thought you heard me walking in. Why aren't you still in
bed? Are you feeling all right? And where is that guy that's supposed to
be watching you . . . Skin isn't it?

"Well 'Miss-twenty-questions-I-gotta-ask', for one thing I'm not feeling
peachy keen but I'm not stayin' in that stinky clean MedLab room when I got
a perfectly good bed upstairs. Secondly, no, I didn't hear ya' walk in,
I'm not listening for every person in the whole house ya' know. And last
but not least, I let Ang sleep, he looked like he hadn't gotten a heck of a
lot of sleep time, you know?"

"Forgive me O great Sparky the Wonder Brat! I was just a little bit
worried about you okay? We've all been worried about you, that's why
everyone stuck around instead of leaving. So, you'll have to excuse me for
being a bit inquisitive."

"No Kitty, I'm sorry; I guess. I'm just on edge ya' know? But anyway,
everyone is still here? Does everyone, . . . I mean do they, . . . ya'
know, . . . know?"

"Yes, Moira came in and told us that through the samples she got from you
she was able to find out who did this to you. Do you want to talk about .
. ?"

"NO! I mean, I don't want ta' talk about it right now 'kay? I'll deal
with it tomorrow or something."

"But Jubilee, I think you should be dealing with this. Get this out . . .
"

"Look, if I say I don't want ta talk about it then I don't want ta talk
about it okay? I just came in here to get something to eat if you don't
mind."

"But Jubilee, don't you want to see that 'him' get . . . ?"

Jubilee turned to look at the older girl with fear and anger in her eyes,
"For the last time, I. Don't. Want. To talk. About. It. It's not like
it going go away or something. So just drop it okay?"

Shadowcat knew enough from working with Wolverine to let the subject go,
"Okay, I'll drop it. I just wanted you to know that if you need someone to
talk to, I'm here."

"Fine. Now onto the next business. Looks like you guys were chowin' down
pretty good. Save anything?", a hopeful look replaced the anger in
Jubilee's eyes.

"Well . . . , I don't know . . . , I wonder how all these pizza's and
subs got into the fridge?"

"YOW! Alright look out, 'cause there is going to be some serious eating
goin' on!"

They both knew that just because they didn't talk about it, it didn't mean
the problems were gone. But for the time being they pushed the grief and
rage of the night out of their minds and sat down to eat and talk as
friends, never noticing that one name was missing from list of occupants on
the school grounds.

INTERLUDE

She had been tossing and turning for only thirty minutes before making the
final decision. Quietly, she walked away from the school to her private
sanctuary in the undergrowth of a small cave. She maneuvered her body to a
comfortable position and relaxed; her mind left its physical bonds and
traveled many miles to a tightly locked up compound. She went inside,
searching room by room, until she found her target.

There he was, resting in the arms of a peaceful, innocent sleep. His lips
turned upward in small a pleasurable smile, his body relaxed with the
exception to the area between his legs.

<<Well, he won't be sleeping to peaceful or relaxed much longer. >>

**Images distorted and skewed then cleared away; he was in a familiar
house; Xavier's. But he was chained up, struggling to be freed from this
prison. His chains would not give an inch.

Laughter filled the room.

"Don't worry baby, you'll like."

"Yeah, darlin' you're gonna learn ta love it."

"Big strong man like you. Oooh we're going to have such fun."

"I've always believed it's better to give then to receive. And you're
going to be receiving sooo much."

Faces appeared from the red tinted darkness; one time friends, enemies,
family.

"C'mon baby, be mommy's strong boy."

"That's it boy, be a momma's boy. Then you'll be daddy's special son."

Rage and fear flooded his mind, he strained against his chains, struggling
to get at those who were leering at him. Suddenly, hands gripped his arms
and he was propelled over a table. Sounds of ripping cloth filled the room
as cold air chilled his naked form.

"GET OFFAA MEEEEE!!! I'LL RIP YOUR FUCKIN' HEADS OFF!!!"

He could feel them; hands against his hips, pushing his legs apart, then
burning hot flesh covered his cold skin as he felt a hardness against him.
Fingers caressed his blonde hair, and a face appeared; a woman, older,
flaxen hair with eyes like the coldest, blue waters.

She smiled.

"NOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!" **

*****

"GAhhhh!" *Thud! *

Victor Creed fell from his bed, sweat ran down his face like a river and
goose pimples covered his bare arms and chest. He looked around
frantically to make sure of his surroundings, then fell onto his bed with a
sigh of relief. Sabertooth relaxed, a smile touched his face as the images
of his new-found love entered his mind, pushing the darkness and the bad
dreams away with her loving, innocent light.

The woman's astral form flew away from the compound, filled with disgust
and loathing. True, she had Victor in abject terror of what was happening,
but his own delusional ideas about Jubilee made it impossible to harm his
mind the way it had been done before. Unknowingly, the girl had become his
anchor and rock. Until that one-sided bond was destroyed, she couldn't
bring Creed to justice. Her justice. But even if she did break the bond,
Victor would very well go after Jubilee again to either re-establish his
feeling of lasting peace, or kill her for destroying his belief that she
was his 'angel'.

She returned to her body and opened her eyes. Emma Frost sat up in the
cave, put her head in her hands and wept.

END INTERLUDE

"Ahem."

Both girls turned to look guiltily at the other members of Generation X.
The group heard the talking and moving around downstairs, and knew that
Jubilee was awake. Together, they decided to treat their teammate
normally, and lend their support when needed.

"Ya . . . You know Lee, you really are a pig."

"Yes Jubilation, it is quite common knowledge that you have the mannerisms
of a barnyard animal, even though that is a put down to barnyard animals.
One would think that you would have at least tried to act a bit more
cultured with guests in our home. Oh well, one can't make a silk shirt
from a dandelion weed."

Kitty stood up, embarrassed that she and Jubilee were caught on their
'raid'. It sounded like they were being unfair to the girl but looking
over at them, she saw that it was the usual banter the group tossed around.

"Oh yeah Monet? If you'd, . . . I, . . . I mean, . . . "

<<Unbelievable, the kid actually ran outta stuff to say. >>

"Oh yeah Starsmore? I got plenty of things to say. . . >>

"Did you two finish everything off or is something actually left to munch
on?"

"Uh. . ., sure Mondo, knock yourself out."

The Gen X'ers didn't know it yet, but the adults left the school grounds
half an hour earlier. Wolverine and the others were all fully aware that
Jubilee was in the kitchen with Kitty. That was the reason that Pryde was
sent down instead of someone else. She was closer to the students ages and
surely enough she'd keep Jubilee from getting to suspicious. Moira and
Sean were out due to some quick telepathic thinking and a few neutralizing
metallic feathers from Psylocke and Archangel. The various X-Team members
knew that the doctor and the teacher would never condone what they were
planning to do. But as Shadowcat said to them privately, Sabertooth was
allowed to get away with too many things. He had reached his limit.

Emma stood along the school wall as the plane took off in near silence.
Part of her wanted to go along, to lash out physically as she had just done
mentally, but her other pupils needed her and she had to soothe Sean and
Moira when they awakened. As she walked by the kitchen, she noticed that
Jubilee still looked terrible, her eyes carried dark circles, her face
patched up in different areas with bandages. The girl walked like someone
who carried the weight of a hundred people on her small shoulders. The
White Queen watched as Everett reached out and tried to comfort his friend,
but the 'firecracker' only backed away. Jubilee spoke up and she was
getting tired so she went back to the MedLab to sleep. Kitty called out
asking why she didn't want to go back to her room upstairs but the young
Asian woman never replied.

When she got back to the cold medical room; Jubilee stifled a sob and fell
to her knees. It hurt too much to 'hear' their thoughts of pity and
curiosity. Pity that it happened to her, curiosity to how it happened and
even worse, how it felt. She didn't want anyone to feel sorry for her, she
just wanted them to treat her as before. But that way was long gone; when
Ev tried to touch her, to show her that he was there as her friend, she
froze. Then everyone just looked at her with those sad, pitying eyes that
she hated, those same looks she got when her parents were killed.
Exhaustion was quickly taking over and Jubilee slowly stood up and made her way back to the bed. She noted with some amusement that Angelo hadn't moved in the hour or so she was gone. As soon as she covered herself with the blankets, Jubilee was off to sleep.

END PART NINE

Logan looked over the shoulder of his teammate Archangel as the Blackbird
landed softly on the heliport of the X-Factor base. It was still early in
the morning but Alex came out looking as if he always got up that early.
His features were relaxed and somewhat happy as the visitors came into
sight. When he saw their expressions, his smile quickly disappeared.

"Hi everyone, what's so important that you had to come to Falls Ridge at .
. six in the morning."

Psylocke stepped forward, "We want to see Creed, Alex. Something has
happened."

<Oh crap, > Alex thought, <this is all I need. What the heck has he done
now? >

"Morning boys and girls; Alex."

"Hey Raven, is Creed around, we want to have a . . . talk with him."

"You know Logan, I don't know who you think I look like, but just to let
you know? I'm not Sabertooth's mother. If you want him, then be my guest
and go get him." The blue skinned mercenary stepped back and with a
flourish pointed to the main doors. "I wouldn't get too close though, I
just walked by his room and let's just say he's ready to 'blow his mind',
if you know what I mean."

Pete Wisdom pushed his way to the front, "I'm not going to stand here and
jaw-jack with you plonkers all day. If'n we're going to go get him then
let's go."

Havok moved to block their path, no matter what Creed may or may not have
done he was still part of X-Factor and Alex's responsibility.

"Wait a minute now. I don't know what's going on but just coming down here
early in the morning isn't going to make me hand over one of my group to
you. Why do you need to see him?"

"We want to see him so that he can be taken to the authorities and
arrested."

"For what, may I ask?"

"I don't see why you should care. One would think that you would be glad
to get this maniac out of your hair," Warren said.

"Sabertooth is a valued member of this team and I'm not going to let anyone
take him out of here without a good reason. So you either give me a good
reason or turn around and leave the way you came."

"Fine you want a reason Summers? Try breaking and entering, kidnaping of a
minor, assault and rape of a minor."

Alex's face fell as the news hit him, "You can't be serious Logan. Oh my
god, who was it?"

"Jubilee. He got on the grounds somehow and attacked her. Near tore her
in half. That's why we want him Summers, and we're gonna get him. With
your help or without."

"How is she?"

"She ain't awake yet, but we're gonna make sure that he's not gonna get a
chance ta hurt her again."

"Well, if she's not awake then how do you know Creed did it?"

"Moira took samples from the kid, they came out positive that Sabertooth
did it."

Raven was still standing at the door, everyone else had long since
forgotten about her, for which she was glad. Quickly Mystique moved inside
and went off in search of some answers.

Outside the talk between Havok and the small X-Group became more heated.

"Why are you stalling Alex? You must have never wanted Creed to be in your
group to begin with. Why are you fighting us so hard now?"

"Look Betts, I hear what you guys are saying but you don't know what went
on."

Wolverine's eyes narrowed, "Just what are you gettin' at 'Lex?"

"I know you care for the kid Logan, but we all know that Jubilee is always
putting her nose where it doesn't belong. You know that no matter how good
Victor is, there is no way he could get that far onto the grounds of the
school without being noticed. So, that means, either no one was watching
the girl or your little innocent Jubilee went off to be nosy and got what
she got."

The visiting group was silenced by Havok's words. Of course he didn't know
the girl as well as some of the others but to say that the attack was her
fault was beyond reasoning.

Amazingly, it was Wisdom that spoke in defense of the young woman. "Look,
I don't know much on this gal Jubilee either, but from what Kitty has told
me, she ain't the kind to do something without good reason. Now whatever
that was, it don't matter. What matters is this git, Sabertooth raped a
sixteen-year-old girl and now he's got to pay the piper."

"I don't think so Mr. Wisdom."

Forge came striding out with the rest of X-Factor behind him, with the
exception of Creed and Raven. Each member was dressed in full uniform,
almost as if expecting a fight with their old friends.

"I understand your anger Logan, as well as the rest of you. But Victor
Creed is a working operative for the United States government, so therefore
he has, immunity from arrests and incarcerations, as well as the rest of
X-Factor."

"I cannot believe," Warren started, "that you condone this kind of sick
thing. What he did was disgusting and evil. If you had seen Jubilee you
wouldn't be spouting this 'immunity' crap to us."

"I'm not saying that it's okay to what he'd done Archangel, but as a
liaison between X-Factor and the security branch of the government I have
to tell all of you how it is. It doesn't make any difference how much
evidence you may have against him or even if you have it on tape, Creed
can't be touched by you and isn't going anywhere."

The British mutant stepped up toe to toe to Forge, "I wouldn't put good
money on that wager, mate."

"NO! We didn't come here to fight our friends." Psylocke spoke out in the
background of the group. Her jaw clenched in contained rage. "We want
Creed to answer for his crimes against Jubilation but we won't fight you in
the process. You want to keep him so bad? Fine, but just you make sure he
doesn't come within a hundred miles of her ever again. I highly doubt that
Emma, Sean or the rest of the students would be as understanding as the
rest of us."

"Strange Alex Summers, from what I've learned of your family, they've
proven to be heros and believers in the truth and what is right. How sad
and disappointing to see that you would rather stand by maniac that would
kill you as soon as look at you and not try to aid those who are your true
allies." The Greek woman known as Elektra had remained silent throughout
the exchange. She felt anger at the men who were defending the rapist. In
her mind their was no need for discussion, but this wasn't her team and she
knew that they had to do this for themselves. Wolverine especially.

"Lady I could care less what you think about me. Scott is my brother but
I'm my own man here, and this is my team which follows my decisions."

"Look why don't you guys just leave. There is no way that you're taking
Sabertooth out of here, and we really don't want a fight with you, either."
Kyle spoke to the visitors from the doorway.

The visiting group looked at each other; this definitely was not what they
had planned. Each person actually believed that X-Factor would just give
Creed up without a fight once they found out what he had done. But instead
they found Forge and Alex holding up for Sabertooth's rights and freedoms
while saying that chances were, that it was Jubilee's fault for being
attacked. It was true that no one wanted a fight, especially between two
X-teams but neither side was about to budge from what they wanted.

Elizabeth Braddock spoke to each person telepathically, <<If we don't
leave, this could very well escalate into a far worse situation. We know
that Creed is here, and now X-Factor is aware of the consequences of having
him anywhere near Jubilee. I believe . . . , we should leave, I don't
like it and I don't want to do it, but I can't see any other alternative.
Besides Sean, Moira and Emma should be up soon and we'll have a lot of
explaining to do about this. >>

The group of five agreed albeit uncomfortably, and walked back to their
plane. Wolverine stopped and looked back at mutant team standing around in
discomfort.

"I hope ya know what ya did here today Forge and they rest of ya. I always
tried to fight for the folks who been done wrong, I thought that's what you
did too. I guess I was wrong."

Soon the plane lifted in near silence into the air and left the small base.
Lorna was the first to speak up after the plane was out of sight.

"Alex, what made you say those kinds of things? Even if that girl was
snooping around it doesn't mean that she deserved to be attacked like they
said."

"Oh why don't you grow up Polaris," said Shard, sitting on the hood of
Victor Creed's Jeep, "it's not like we know the kid anyway. Besides
Sabertooth is a valuable member of the team. Not to put you down Kyle but
Creed's hyper sense's are far better then yours; I don't see why their's a
problem here."

"Maybe in the future where your from Shard rapists get away with this kind
of act . . . "

"Hey Lorna, I'm just telling you like it is. You think that Vic is
actually going to see the inside of a jail cell for this? Wake up and
smell some civil liberties girl."

"The final thing is, is that Victor Creed isn't going anywhere for the time
being and we still have training exercises to get through today, so let's
get going everyone."

Forge finished his talk, then he and Havok walked back inside, side by side
in deep discussion.

"I dunno Shard, I mean how can we stay here knowing what 'Tooth did? Did
you mean what you said? That his being a member of the team is more
important then the crime he commits?", Kyle asked the sister of Bishop.

"No Kyle, I didn't mean it, but those X-Men have to see us acting as a team
for better or worse. I personally believe that Sabertooth should have his
'manhood' cut off and have it cauterized so it can't grow back. But there
is no way that, that is going to happen so why dwell on it? The kid will
learn to get over it."

The younger woman hopped off of the Jeep and looked at her emerald haired
teammate, "What about you Lorna? Are you going to cut and run because of
this? Leaving old Alex high and dry?"

"No Shard, I'm not going to leave, I feel for that girl but as you said we
can't do anything about it now and we are a team. Now if you'll excuse
me."

Deep within the base things were far from finished. Raven could here moans
and grunts coming from her former lover's room. Soon enough she stood by
the energy field covering his doorway, and she could hear what his twisted
mind was turning from a violent act a sick fantasy. Mystique smiled and
thought to herself, <Ooh, let's play. >

Victor's eyes slowly opened, still far too relaxed from his 'afterglow' to
care too much about anything else. He looked up and saw Jubilee standing
at his doorway.

"Oh Sabertooth, I came as soon as I could! The others were trying to get
me to stay at the school but I told them I wanted to be with you."

"Is that you, Rebecca? Do you really mean that? I'm so sorry honey, I
didn't mean ta hurt ya like that. I didn't know ya was still a virgin."

"It doesn't matter darling, I know you didn't mean it. But it just means
that you're the one for me from now on. We're never going to be apart
again. The others don't understand you, but I do; now. I think that's why
I hung around Wolvie all that time, I really wanted you but just didn't
know it."

"Rebecca darlin', come in here ta me and this time I promise I'll be gentle
with ya."

"Okay, let me just show you something first."

" . . . ? What are ya doin' sweetheart? I don't want Forge or that snot
Summers ta see ya yet."

"Be patient love, just a second more."

INTERLUDE

The newborn entity looked around with blinking eyes, taking in all that was
around it. A growing hunger made it aware that it had to find something to
eat. The creature flapped its flaming wings and pushed with its small
clawed feet but it only moved in place. Flames grew in strength matching
the agitation of the human-sized creature. Suddenly its cries reverberated
through the surrounding space, it was hungry, that was all that mattered.
A blinding light slammed into the hatchling, stopping its screams. The
young creature's whimpers quieted as it absorbed the life-giving nutrients
of the light, then by instinct, its wings opened gracefully and followed
the light to its source; a newly created planet. Knowing on some inner
level of what to do, the youngster drew its wings into itself and dove deep
within the white burning core of the planet so that it could feed. The
starving hunger quickly left as the entity fed to its fullest delight.
When the creature finally flew away, all that was left of globe was a
burned out chunk of rock no larger then a basketball.

So it continued for more then a million years the young creature borne of
'interstellar pillars', flew in the cosmos that was its playground. Moving
about by instinct, it had no understanding or care of life, death, right
and wrong. It fed when it was hungry, rested when it was tired and played
when it sought amusement. The creature could not comprehend the people of
the worlds it saw, so to it, they were of no importance.

END INTERLUDE

His eyes were glued to the Asian girl standing at his door, he watched as
one by one she undid the buttons on her shirt and slowly open it revealing,
. . . blue skin?

Lust turned to surprise and then surprise turned to rage.

"Ah Victor Victor Victor, you are so lucky that I am not a jealous woman.
You know when 'we' had sex you never apologized to me for being too rough.
And you never ever told me you'd be gentle the next time around. Tsk, tsk,
tsk, yep you are 'so' lucky I'm not the jealous, revenge- seeking type."

"YOU? . . . you . . . YOU!?! . . . "

"Yeesh, my wittle Viccy poo, you better be careful, that vein in your neck
and forehead there are going to explode if you don't calm down a bit."

"You are one dead cu . . . , I'm gonna, gut you good, woman."

"Know what? I've heard that from you before. Oh what's wrong? Didn't
like my acting? Darn it all, and here I thought I was getting better. Had
you fooled for a while there though, didn't I?"

"C'mon in here Raven, I'll show ya just how fooled I was."

"Naw, I'm trying to cut back on blonde homicidal maniac Canadians." The
woman leaned forward close enough to feel the hum of the energy field. Her
voice grew cold as she spoke. "Just so we understand each other here 'old
buddy'; I know you've gone up against Rogue and filled her psyche with your
sick thoughts when you touched her not too long ago. You do that ever
again to her or try to hurt my son Kurt and I'll show you just how cruel I
can be."

Mystique's features changed back to the present Jubilee, only now her face,
neck and body was covered in mass bruises and slashes. Her arms hung at
grossly wrong angles, showing severe breaks, her hair hung limply in
patches against her skull.

"I know your weakness now 'sweets'; harm my family again, and I'll be sure
to make this a reality. After all, she doesn't have any certain healing
factor, does she?"

"Oh and one more thing, I just wanted you to know Creed, that just because
I don't know much about or even care about that girl Jubilee? It doesn't
mean you're going to get away with this and have nothing to show for it.
See ya 'round big boy."

She transformed back into her normal self, turned and walked back down the
corridor to the outside. Raven could hear his growls of anger and called
out as she walked, "I wouldn't let my fantasies take over my sleep patterns
if I were you. Those X-goodies were just here and you know that guy with
the hot knives? Snip and burn sweetie, snip and burn."

INTERLUDE

It was bored.

As bored as one creature could be that had no understanding of the word.
Hundreds of planetary systems were its playground and yet . . . nothing.
The youthful flaming bird passed by a large grouping of planets, one large
globe in particular caught its attention. It could 'feel' plaintive wail
of need coming from the world. Beyond its natural instinct for survival,
curiosity was growing from within and it flew down to investigate.

END INTERLUDE

*KNOCK, KNOCK, KNOCK*

*KNOCK, KNOCK, KNOCK*

<Why not just shove your fist through the door. > "Okay, okay, just hold on
a minute."

Emma peered out of the eye hole in the front door. It was only six thirty
in the morning, and she had just laid down on the couch to try for a twenty
minute cat nap. This was not going well.

"Who is it?"

"Federal Express ma'am."

<I'll give you 'ma'am' boy. >

The teacher opened the door to a lanky young man, looking like he, himself
had just gotten up. His eyes grew wider and his mouth hung open at the
sight of the blonde teacher in her clinging satin white nightgown.

"Well?"

"Ummm . . . uhh . . . arrummm . . . "

"Young man, it's not like I'm not enjoying this obviously stimulating
conversation, but I am guessing that you're here to DELIVER something?"

"Aaaaa . . . oh yeah. I got a delivery here for one Emma Frost of the
Xavier School for Gifted Youngsters. You her?"

"Yes I am. May I?" She held out her hand for the package that the
delivery man was still holding.

"OH! Wow, I'm really sorry. Here you are. You really a teacher here?"

"Why yes, why do you ask?"

"Well, *chuckle* you sort of, *chuckle* don't look like a teacher."

"And Just What Is That Supposed To Mean?"

"Uuhh . . . Nothin'. Really! *Ahem* I just need your signature here
ma'am, then I'll be on my way."

"Fine. There you go. Do have a Nice. Day."

"Mmm, thanks. Bye."

Justin Franks walked down the sidewalk to his small van. It was still
early and the air was cool, but he was sweating bullets when he finally
reached his car. Quickly the vehicle started and was out of the driveway
before he knew it.

"Woah! Definitely not the kind of teacher I had growing up. Thank God; I
would'a never graduated."

Emma closed the door and promptly forgot about the man. She took the
package to her personal study and shut the door, making sure it was locked.
The package had no return address, only her name and the address of the
school was written neatly on the label. Quickly she opened it to find a
securely wrapped video and a letter. The White Queen's jaw clenched as she
read:

*Dearest Emma,
So sorry that you had to leave like that suddenly, I suppose you
completely forgot about the 'entertainment' video I showed you earlier this
evening. Well, not to worry my Queen, you'll find enclosed a copy of that
very tape. I'll be keeping the original myself, but I assure you it's a
direct copy with nothing 'edited' out.
Oh yes, just to assure you, if for some reason, you loose the copy you
have? I took the liberty to have some more made up. They'll all be in my
safe keeping hands, so don't worry.
And please, don't forget about us. We surely won't be forgetting about
you.

Your loyal subjects,
Shinobi Shaw
Benazir *

END PART TEN

The adults return to face some serious questions from Emma, Sean and Moira.
The students try to get Jubilee to talk, Logan and Emma face off for the
care of Jubilee and the flame bird begins its road of discovery. Come back
soon for Part 11 of Jubilation Phoenix

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