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This story is for adults only! The story has strong sexual and violent content. It also contains offensive language. If such content makes you feel uncomfortable, or you are not old enough according to the law, the author would suggest that you read no further.

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Helix

Chapter 2

Jubilee walked out on the back porch in a huff. She spun angrily, flailing her arms in irritation as she spoke. "He makes me want to scream! I swear to God! I will have to knock him on his ass to get him to talk to me!"

Aura followed a few steps behind, close enough to watch the show but not close enough to get hit. "You�re talking about that hairy, stumpy dude right?"

"Yeah," Jubilee snarled, "The high-and-mighty-holier-than-thou-king-of-all-mutant-cool-Logan-fucking-Wolverine!"

Aura backed away from the display. Jubilee panted in angered exertion, calming down once she realized how borderline psychotic her tirade sounded.

"Sorry," Jubilee said as she lowered her head. Her hand found its way between her breasts, feeling the thumping in her heart. "It hurts, ya know?"

"I can see that." Aura said, putting a hand on her shoulder. "What happened between you two?"

Jubilee lifted her head, tears poured down either side of her face. "That�s the worst part Aura, I have no idea. All of a sudden I just didn�t count any more."

Aura pulled the tearstained girl in for a hug. "It�s alright, tell me what happened."

"I don�t know!" Jubilee blurted in aggravation. "He just cut me off."

"Okay, okay�" Aura tried to calm her down. "Let�s see if we can figure out the root of this problem. Is he making lucky with somebody else?"

Confusion stopped Jubilee�s tears. "What?"

"Making lucky, knocking boots, bumping uglies-" Aura seemed like she could go on for a long time. "You know, sex."

Jubilee sniffled. "No, he�s not with anyone I know about."

"So what�s the problem?"

"This isn�t about sex, Aura." Jubilee tried to correct. "He was my partner."

Aura had a completely blank expression on his face. "Like� you were his Tonto?"

Jubilee shook her head. Her face had a semi-amused look of pain "Yeah� kinda."

"You never did him?"

"No." Jubilee said flatly.

"Not even a quickie at the bus stop?"

The confusion returned to Jubilee�s face.

"Okay� Stop thinking so hard." Aura waved her hands in an attempt to wipe away the past conversation. "Let�s start over from the beginning. Has this guy ever had other partners?"

"Not in this reality."

* * * * *
Dr. Henry McCoy, also called the Beast, was blessed with one of the keenest scientific minds his generation. While not a multi-discipline super-genius such as a Richards or Von Doom he far surpassed them in work ethic. The Richards and Forge�s of the world could look at something and instantly understand how and why it worked. Hank�s brain wasn�t wired like that. His intellect was natural, not a superpower. He had to examine the subject, consider it from a multitude of angles, take it apart, and put it back together. While his technique was time consuming, he ended up with a more complete understanding of the subject matter. The result was they had to defer to him in one specific field; he was this planet�s authority on mutation. This is why Savant treated him with the utmost reverence.

"I don�t know how to thank you, Dr. McCoy. I am honored that you would take time out of your schedule to consider our problem."

"You can start by referring to me as Hank. Journalists and students call me �Dr. McCoy�."

They walked down the basement hall at a brisk, businesslike pace. Normally Hank could out pace most of his teammates easily. The long-legged Savant seemed to have no trouble keeping up.

"�Dr. McCoy,� I refuse to call you that. Your title is more than honorific, you�ve earned the distinction."

Hank wasn�t sure if he wanted to laugh or sigh. Rarely in his life had anyone fought for the right to be formal. "While that is true Ms. Savant, my friends call me �Hank�. I wish you would do the same."

The blue-furred Beast pushed a button and the hermetically sealed steel doors hissed open. He grabbed a lab-coat off the rack. At the event of his entrance the collective room began to click and wheeze as machines and computers automatically initiated startup procedures.

Savant was impressed by the sophistication of the equipment in this room. Earth was considered a primitive planet by galactic standards, this laboratory was anything but. "You have excellent equipment, Dr. McCoy."

Hank raised an eyebrow.

Savant continued to stare at the scanners and processors. "Not what I am used too, but I was under the impression I would be walking into some sort of archaic alchemists workshop. Please excuse my underestimation and preconceived notions. These facilities are fantastic."

Hank chuckled. "From a star-faring race, I�ll take that as a complement." He sat at the computer terminal; a window with the status of each machine was finishing its load sequence. "First thing I�ll need is a blood sample Ms. Savant."

"Of course," Savant said rolling up her sleeve. "Please inform me of any assistance I can perform for you Dr. McCoy." Again Hank raised that eyebrow. Savant stared at him blankly, swabbing the crux of her elbow with a disposable wipe. "I assure you, I am no stranger to a lab environment."

"Please stop calling me �Dr. McCoy,�" he said while hunching over the offered forearm with a syringe. "I prefer "Hank"."

Savant watched her heart pumped blood into the needle at a steady pace. "I refuse to do so. �Hank� is a slang term concerning parentage, intellect and sexual preference in portions of the Shi�ar Imperium. �Doctor� is a sign of distinction. �Distinction� is an accurate description of your countenance."

Again, Hank chuckled. "You flatter me, Ms. Savant."

"You honor me Dr. McCoy. A scientist of your intellectual stature working on my trifle is an unusual occurrence in any society."

Hank smiled. It was a pleasant expression on his wide muzzled face. "Again you flatter me, and I�m not sure I can be of any assistance." He turned back to the terminal, loading the blood sample into the analyzer.

Savant stood behind him, watching his brilliant mind work in abstract fascination.

* * * * *
Aura listened, trying to figure out the plot of Jubilee�s melodrama. With a lifetime of watching television, Aura needed to know everyone�s place in this convoluted plot. She was sure she�d seen this script a thousand times. While at first it seemed like a soap opera, it was really a cartoon. And not a �G.I. Joe� cartoon either. It was definitely a �Tom & Jerry� loony toon; filled with masochism, senseless violence, and very little sex. After a solid half-hour, Aura came to a conclusion.

"Okay Jubilee, I�ve got the breakdown of what�s going wrong. Let me pump this jam for you and see if you can dance to it."

Jubilee smirked, she wasn�t sure if the reference was dated or purely insane, but Aura was her only chance to get an honest opinion from someone outside the situation. Aura didn�t know any of them well enough to take a side, which was exactly what Jubilee wanted. It was impartiality through ignorance.

"Okay� the hairy-stumpy dude downing beers at the lunch table doesn�t want you as super-sidekick, life partner or in a �Joanie Loves Chachi� way anymore. Stumpy�s women issues are many; having to kill his wife didn�t help. His true love, the Strawberry Tart, was married to the one-eyed-guy, Blinky. Lots of sexual tension but for some reason they never thought of a threesome. Now the Tart�s dead for like the fifth time, Blinky moves on but Stumpy doesn�t. When Stumpy thought she was dead the last time, you two were like Crocket and Tubbs. And before that, when he first joined up with the X-Men it wasn�t really the Strawberry Tart, but a cosmic god that decided her body was so luscious that it Xeroxed her and popped a squat. When that one died, it was Blinky that killed her, and Stumpy blames him. The second the Tart pops up alive, you end up convinced that you want to finish high school in Massachusetts at Frosty�s place. By the time that�s over with, Stumpy don�t want to hang out no more." Aura paused for breath. "Does that sound right to you?"

Jubilee nodded, it was confused but most of the story was in there.

"Okay� to me it sounds like Stumpy wants what he can�t have. Sounds like a junkie for it. First he hangs out with you till you graduate high school, the second you�re legal he blows town. It sounds like he wants this Strawberry Tart because she�s already attached. Stormy is on the team at the same time, single, alive and twice as hot, yet he never looks at her? Stumpy used to hang out with that Kitty chick, then �bam!� her boyfriend dies and he�s not interested. Do you see a pattern developing here?"

"No."

* * * * *
"Ah, this is interesting." The dim light of the monitor reflected in Hank�s golden eyes. "Your genes have been forcibly sequenced. It�s a little unusual but not completely foreign to my experience."

"Excellent." Savant said her voice seemed almost faint behind him. "So therapy is a possibility?"

Hank continued to stare at the screen. He had been staring at it for the past hour, watching the initial analysis and comparing it to several computer models he had on file. Every so often he would ask a question and Savant would answer, quickly and to the point. It was nice to work with an intellect that could keep up with his. As much as he was renowned for his verbose speeches, this was neither the time nor the place. Savant was a fellow scientist after all; a geneticist even. He didn�t have to explain what he was doing constantly. She didn�t ask questions, interject or interfere. He worked and pressed for data to fill in the gaps where needed. You could describe their relationship as cold and comfortable, a pure exchange of information. He never turned; the Beast was a creature of intense focus.

Hank reread his research, the results seemed conclusive. "I�ve finished your sequence. Now that I know who your gene sequence is derived from I can begin to see where the structure is beginning to break down." The report began to print from his laser-jet. He spoke as he opened another program. "I�ve identified the non-human DNA, but there is an inconsistency with my existing files."

Savant stepped forward, putting a hand on his shoulder as she leaned in to retrieve the report from the printer. Hank�s peripheral vision caught the flash of bare skin. For the first time in a long while his eyes wandered from the screen. He saw her face. Savant�s features were so familiar, yet new. Her dark, short-cropped hair curled to termination behind one ear. He saw the skin of her neck and felt the stirrings of desire. He gazed at the smoothness of her bare shoulder, the tanned skin of her midsection, the fullness of her breasts-

Hank jolted back in his chair as if hit with an electric shock, "Oh my stars and garters!"

Savant tilted her head and looked at him. "Dr. McCoy?"

Hank couldn�t speak, his tongue was completely tied. Savant stood before him without a stitch of clothing on her impressive frame. Embarrassed, he stared at the report in her hand instead.

Savant looked at the pages, inspecting them curiously. "What? Are they dangerous?"

As Savant was distracted, Hank�s eyes wandered again. Her body was tall, muscular and tight. She was cut from stone, like Galatea brought to life by Pygmalion�s prayer. Statuesque was the best way to describe her figure, but her demeanor was professional. Hank couldn�t help staring. Her physical beauty was only eclipsed by the intelligence in her eyes, her best feature as far as Hank was concerned (but casual nudity was not a turn-off). She is beautiful, Hank thought to himself. He shook his head, trying to push the thoughts from his mind.

"Dr. McCoy, are you well?"

With his eyes shut Hank smiled, "I�m sorry. I wasn�t expecting that."

"Expecting what?" Her voice was low; Hank thought he detected a slight twist of playfulness on the edges of her curiosity.

Hank coughed, clearing his throat and waved his paw. "You�re very naked."

She looked down at herself. Hank could see she was thinking but made no attempt to cover herself. "My apologies Dr. McCoy, after the blood test I assumed you wanted to do a full examination."

The fur on Hank�s face bristled; it was as close as he could get to blushing. "Yes� well� I will need an M.R.I." Hank was making an honest effort not to stare, but she was doing everything except shoving it in his face. "Until I get a better handle on this genetic puzzle you can put your clothes back on."

"Not possible." Savant said flatly as she examined the dashes and dots which represented her chromosomes. "I incinerated the uniform."

"What?" Again Hank looked at her in shock. "Why? How?"

Savant looked up from the pages, returning his questioning gaze. "The Shi�ar have been known to put tracking devices in their officers� uniforms. While the range is not great, it could be enough to track us should a cruiser come �in-system�. The uniform was no longer necessary as a disguise and a liability as a garment. I destroyed it in your boiler room." She spoke flatly, drawing logical conclusions from available information. But that didn�t stop Hank from thinking she was crazy.

"This facility is first and foremost a school. There are children on campus." He lowered his forehead and covered his eyes, trying to block out the thoughts of lawsuits. "Did anyone see you?"

"Not that I am aware of." Savant�s demeanor changed, she seemed to become a little defensive. "Is my natural state not acceptable here? I apologize if I have unintentionally broken a legal statute or social custom."

Hank looked up, "I think we�re okay as long as none of the kids saw you. It�s fine in private areas like my lab, but prohibited elsewhere."

Savant nodded resolutely, "I understand and will comply in the future," Savant quickly scanned the lab, "once I find a new garment, that is."

Hank got up and pulled another lab coat off the rack, picking single blue hairs off of it before handing it to Savant. "I�ll get you one of our training uniforms later. I think black and yellow would complement your hair well."

Savant pulled the white coat over her shoulders and let it hang open in a similar fashion as his. "Whatever you suggest Dr. McCoy." She returned her attention to the papers in hand, "Did you have a question about my genetic map?"

Hank picked a highlighter off his desk, pointing to the strands in question. "I have samples of Kree DNA on file and all of this does not match up."

Savant took the highlighter from him, marking the chromosomes in question. "These are portions of Grovian DNA. For maximum compatibility they used common aspects of both where possible. Remember we were designed to interbreed with two separate species."

"That is another question that I had," Hank said. Savant�s nakedness was forgotten in the excitement of intellectual pursuit. "I have a positive DNA match on one X-Man but only a partial on the second. The computer records are 98% certain that this gene sequence is from Sage, but only 80% certain that this is Warpath."

Savant held the paper and considered, "I do not know who �Warpath� is, but I know my physical attributes are derived from the X-Man codenamed �Thunderbird�."

Hank�s spirits lifted as the figurative light bulb went off in his head. "That would explain it, the genetic variance of siblings!"

Savant returned his smile. His good humor was infectious.

"It all makes perfect sense now." Hank rambled as he prepped the M.R.I. machine, "if I was designing the next stage of my evolution-"

"You would use the genetic traits most desirable." Savant finished, examining herself with scientific curiosity as she flexed her arm and fingers. The expression on her face was as if she�d never noticed them before. "I have read the dossiers on the originals, Dr. McCoy. While my capabilities are similar to both Sage and Thunderbird, they are at a somewhat reduced level. I have an innate understanding of genetics, but no capacity to jumpstart mutation. My strength, speed, and toughness are better then any human, Kree, or Grovian�s, but nowhere near John Proudstar�s levels. But as a compromise-"

Savant looked up at Hank. He saw her cheeks redden slightly, it was the first time he�d seen a physical sign of emotion from her. Savant actually seemed a bit� embarrassed?

"You will have to forgive me if I seem a bit egotistical, Dr. McCoy." Savant placed one hand on her hip, the other curling a stray lock of hair behind one ear. Her lab coat fluttered open, teasing more than concealing. She gave him a nervous smile, "Is it narcissistic to consider myself� �well designed�?"

Hank swallowed, trying to suppress the lump that was rising in his throat. That wasn�t the only thing rising. There was no mistaking the effect she was having on him either. He could only deny himself for so long. Lately, the animalistic side of him was gaining strength as he �devolved� into his present, more catlike state. With the increase in strength and agility came the increase in natural urges, most of which he�d been denying, focusing on a cure. He worked feverishly through every waking hour, fearing that his condition would chip away at his intelligence and his ability to work on a solution.

The worst part is this wasn�t the first time something like this had happened to him. The last time, whenever he used his strength it grew, increasing his physical power but his metal capacity would shrink. Eventually he would have turned into an immensely strong idiot. Narrowly he escaped that fate, but not through actions of his own. He made a promise to himself that he would never end up in that situation again.

Now that possibly loomed in his future. He feared giving in to his bestial nature, giving the creature more of a foothold on his mind and senses than it already had. He needed his wits about him for her, and his own sake. There was no other way.

Hank coughed and took her by the hand. "Yes Savant, you are quite a remarkable woman." She smiled at him as he led her by the hand over to the M.R.I. machine. "We still have some work to do before I can get a handle on your situation."

* * * * *
"Ditch the dude, he�s not worth it." Aura urged.

Jubilee banged on the door, her smallish fist pounding with fury. Her punches echoed in the mansions� dormitory wing.

Aura stood with her arms cross next to her, goading her on. "If he doesn�t want to hang out with a hot babe like you, fuck him!"

"Get out here Logan!" Jubilee shouted, surprised at the base in her voice. "You and me have got words, Bub!"

"That�s the spirit!" The orange-haired alien shouted in glee. "Teach him who the boss is!"

The door was flung open. A bleary-eyed Peter Rasputin stuck his face in Jubilee�s. "If you stopped banging you�d hear me saying, "You�re at the wrong door!" Logan�s moved. His room is in the faculty wing!"

Jubilee froze in mid-knock. Normally Peter was one of the coolest guys she knew, she didn�t want him to be pissed at her.

"Besides," Peter continued to rant, "Emma sent him out on secret mission. He�s not even here." Jubilee took two steps back as Colossus grabbed the doorknob. "Privacy. Now. Yes?" Jubilee stood in shock as Peter slammed the door in her face.

"Well that was rude!" Aura shouted through the door as both girls retreated giggling down the hallway. They found it difficult to run while choking back hysterics.

"Why are we laughing?" Jubilee found herself asking.

"Because it�s funnier that way," Aura said while playfully tackling her to the floor. Both girls tumbled in a heap of hair and limbs, neither could catch their breath.

"Oh my god," Aura chortled, "He�s like 300 pounds and its all chest!"

Jubilee tried to suppress the look of unadulterated glee on her face. "Peter is never like that! Why was he so mad?"

Aura actually snorted, "You didn�t hear the girl in there? She was terrified!"

* * * * *
Savant rubbed her tired eyes. They�d been at this for hours. Hank was crunching the information into the computer, creating 3D models of Savant�s brain and projections of degradation over the next several weeks. The prognosis was not good. Hank had told her that the progression would be rapid; she would begin losing serious cognitive ability with in the next month. The weeks following she would gradually lose motor function. At the end of three months she�d be bedridden. Four to six months was the final estimate of her life expectancy. She didn�t know why, but she really wanted a cup of coffee.

Standing, Savant adjusted the skintight uniform that Hank had given her. Black and gold, in the original style with the big "X" at the buckle. Savant was used to tight outfits and this was more comfortable than most. It was form fitting, leaving little to the imagination. Savant doubted that it was much better then being naked, but it seemed to make Dr. McCoy more comfortable so it had its uses.

She did wonder why it bothered him so much. He was a scientist after all. None of the researchers at Helix had ever looked at her that way. A daily physical was part of her routine. Even when she was promoted to Assistant Director she was given a full physical every morning, often being briefed on the results of the last day. It really was nothing. Why a brilliant man such as Dr. McCoy would be shaken by the amount of skin that was visible, she couldn�t say, although she did enjoy the effect it had on him. Savant had to admit that being in the same laboratory with an accomplished scientist such as Dr. McCoy was more intimidating than she was used to. When he realized that she was naked he was completely taken aback. She noted the change in his body language and bristling of his fur, details did not escape her. He reacted like he�d lost control of the situation. Savant enjoyed the fact that it put them both on equal terms.

In analyzing the last 12 hours, her computer-like mind calculated a conclusion.

"Dr. McCoy," Savant said while crossing the expanse between them. "It�s time for bed."

Hank looked up from the computer screen. His glasses perched on the end of his nose. "I�m sorry?" he said apologetically. "I didn�t quite catch that."

Savant pushed his printouts aside and slid onto the desk, staring into his gold rimmed eyes. "In the last hour your productivity has dropped 32%. You need rest."

Hank rubbed the sleep from his eyes. "I�m not tired. I�m in the middle of comparing your analysis to other known examples of human/kree hybrids-"

"I mean no disrespect Dr. McCoy," Savant said while taking the spectacles off his nose. "Your brain is getting fatigued."

"I told you," Hank said trying not to notice the way she was looking at him, "I�m not tired. And please, call me Hank."

"Your brain needs rest. From this point on your productivity will continue to drop at an increasing rate. You need sleep." Savant folded his glasses and set them down on the top row of the keyboard. "You have done enough work for tonight."

Hank blinked and looked at the time displayed on the computer. Was it really 2:30? "I�m good for another couple hours." He ran his paws through the fur on top of his head, "Besides, I would never sleep as long as there is a puzzle to be solved."

Savant gave him a look of infinite understanding and almost motherly love. "I know how determined you are. It is quite admirable, but as the �puzzle� in question, I am telling you it is time for bed."

"I�m not tired-"

She cut off his protest by sliding into his lap. "Your mind is tired but you body is not. Let me assist you with that." Despite himself, Hank found his arms around her. Her lips pressed to his muzzle, she held his head with both of her hands so he couldn�t look away. She kissed him until his tense body began to ease.

"Sav-"

"Shh�" She cut him off again. "Not now, Henry. I am not a patient. I am a woman who would like nothing more to spend an evening with a man such as you."

Hank pulled back a little. "Please, I�m barely a man any more."

"You are the kindest man I have ever known." She couldn�t look away from his eyes. "I am not like the women you know. I was not raised with their prejudices." She ran her fingertips across the soft fur of his muzzle. "All I see is a brilliant mind, a kind man who is willing to help a complete stranger. You are the noblest example of your species, Henry. I find these qualities most attractive."

He pulled her closer as she called him by his given name, breaking the last barrier between doctor and patient. Her lips touched his, tenderly at first but growing in intensity. He wanted to kiss back, but his mouth had changed so much, he didn�t know how.

Savant pressed her body to his, feeling his muscles tighten in response. She kissed the side of his face and whispered into his ear. "I am much more durable than I look. You do not have to restrain yourself with me." To emphasize her point she pulled his lab coat aside and bit him playfully on the side of the neck. She tugged at his hair while he gasped.

He responded to the aggression in kind, lifting her from the chair with the strength of his arms. She kissed, bit and pulled at his fur. He leaned her on top of his work bench, licking the soft skin of her neck. Savant wrapped her arms around him, each hand grabbing a fistful of white fabric. She tore his lab coat down the back, ripping it in half with a grunt of desire.

The Beast could sense her excitement, her rise in temperature, the obvious change in her scent, the warmth that radiated from between her legs. There was no thought in him. He was being driven by pure instinct. He sliced the uniform off her, ripping away the tatters to reveal the tanned skin beneath. She writhed under him as his paws eagerly felt her flesh. She moaned as he bit her, the sharpness of his teeth drawing blood without pain. She grabbed him by the scruff of the neck, forcing him to expose his neck so she could bite him back.

Howling in shock, the Beast forced her down. He climbed on top to establish his dominance. She struggled against his superior strength and leverage. He pushed back. None of it was necessary, it was all for show. She would give him everything he wanted, but on her own terms.

He was losing control. The air was ripe with the scent of her excitement. It urged him forward even when the human portion wanted to hold back. Just as Henry would win she would jab him with he elbow or yank on his hair, trying to provoke him more.

The Beast and the Amazon tussled for a few moments between greedy kisses and desperate embraces. Finally she stopped resisting. Confused he paused for a moment. Perched above her he salivated, wetness dripped onto her breast. She pulled him down on top of her. Her hands ran the length of his fur, hooking under the shorts that prevent their culmination. He hopped with his back legs, pulling the shorts off with gymnastic ease.

As he landed the workbench gave. Microscopes, papers and Savant all crashed to the ground. The nimble, feline Beast landed on all fours, a deep rumbling in his throat. Savant stared him down, favoring her aching side. His visage began to soften, she saw the human returning. He watched the drops of red run down her neck and back.

"Savant," Henry began as she tried to crawl away. "I�m sorry-"

He was cut off by Savant jabbing her heel into his jaw. "More," she demanded with a wicked smile on her face. She crawled away laughing.

Hank shook off the shock of the attack, the suddenness and laughter raised his ire. With a growl the Beast leapt upon her, pinning her to the cold metal floor. His dexterous hands and feet grabbed her wrists and ankles. She struggled against his superior strength, trying to throw him off.

Savant froze when she felt his teeth on the back of her neck. His breath made her hair stand on end. She shuddered in fear and sexual excitement, the points of his canines dug into her tender skin deliciously. She was at his mercy. There was no other place in the universe she�d rather be.

The Beast eased the pressure off her neck. She didn�t resist. Instinct told him that the female had cowed to his superiority. The Beast wanted to howl in victory, but this wasn�t a hunt. This wasn�t a kill. This was a conquest, one that was incomplete. He sniffed down her neck and spine, stopping just below the shoulder blades. He pressed his muzzle into that space, opening his jaw and biting slightly. Savant groaned, reflexively arching her back and shifting her hips upwards, presenting her sex.

Savant bit her lip as he entered her. She was slick with excitement, but he was larger then she�d expected. She balled her hands into fists as he stretched her. Just as with the bite to the neck, the pain was exquisite, it made her want more. She let out a deep, guttural groan as he filled her completely. It turned into a sigh as he eased himself backwards. He trusted into her. Both grunted in unison.

This was going to be a rough ride. Savant couldn�t be happier.

* * * * *

Aura and Jubilee rummaged through Logan�s room. Normally Jubes would be worried about drawing his anger, but he would have to confront her about it face-to-face, which was what she wanted anyway. Aura didn�t have to prod her much to get her to agree to it. Logan loved his privacy. Perhaps this invasion would be enough for Jubilee to have some sort of closure.

So far, their illegal search and seizure had only gained them a bottle of Canadian Crown and a whole mess of dirty laundry. The smell was enough to knock out a bull.

Opening a drawer, Aura�s face lit up.

"Are you sure he doesn�t carry a torch for you?" She asked while holding up a piece of buried treasure. The pinkish, black and white earring boldly read �Jubilee�. It dangled from Aura�s hand has she looked at it questioningly. "Is stumpy-smelly-knife man a cross-dresser as well?"

"Oh Jeez!" Jubilee exclaimed, hand over her mouth. "I haven�t worn those in years. I did kind of wonder where they got off too."

"Mine now!" Aura proudly pronounced as she put them in her pocket.

"What else is in there?" Jubilee had to ask.

Aura plunged her hand into the drawer and screened Jubilee�s line of sight with her body.

"C�mon!" Jubilee begged, "What did you find?"

She could hear Aura opening a box, holding something about the size and shape of a flashlight in her hand. Unfolding a piece of paper, she began to read. "The Probe Co. Flesh-light Pocket Pussy™ is the answer to all of your lonely nights. Just apply the warming massage oil-"

Jubilee plugged her ears with her fingers. "Yuck! So fucking gross!"

Aura looked over her shoulder and smirked, "I bet he named it �Jean�."

* * * * *
Savant shuddered involuntarily for the second time. The entire experience had been so intense that the normally rational woman had no time to think. She wouldn�t have anyhow. The Beast had pinned her to the floor, flat on her stomach. Her body was soaked in sweat, nipples hardened from being rubbed against the cold metal floor. Her back was blazing hot, the friction of exertion and his heavy fur covering caused her skin to overheat. She gasped for air, swallowing dryly as her sweat drenched body trembled.

Finally the snarling was done, Savant felt him pulse inside her. She groaned and quivered as he withdrew, lying in a panting heap beside her.

"I�m� sorry�" Hank began.

"I am not, Henry." She consoled between gasps, wiggling her way into his arms. The fur of his chest felt warm against her naked flesh. Nervously, his strong arms closed around her.

"Your back� your neck� I didn�t mean-"

She silenced him with a kiss. "Do not concern yourself with that. It will heal by morning." She kissed him again to emphasize her point. "I am not a delicate flower."

Hank felt his heart sink. As much as he wanted to, he could not kiss her back. Instead he held her to himself tenderly, nuzzling into her shoulder. She held him back. For a long moment they lay there under the hum of the florescent lights.

Finally he lifted his head and looked at her guiltily. "I should be getting back to work."

Savant refused to let him go. "Not tonight, Henry. Take me to bed."

He tried to pull away. With surprising strength she held on tight. He wanted to push her away. She was his patient; she came to him for help. Her condition was serious. There was no determining if it was affecting her judgement. It quite possibly could have been and Hank knew it. Besides that, someone had to clean up this lab.

"Savant, this was a mistake. It�s not ethical, I shouldn�t have-"

Again, she silenced him with a kiss. "There is time enough for guilt tomorrow. Tonight I have had the Beast. Now I want the man." She paused, letting her words sink in. "Take me to bed Henry."

* * * * *
"What the Devil are you two doing in here?" Emma Frost screamed both audibly and psychically. The girls froze with the half-empty whiskey bottle between them in mid-pass.

The White Queen�s face was red with anger. She knew they didn�t have permission to be there, she�d like to accuse them of tossing Logan�s room but she honestly could not tell the difference. It didn�t matter. It was Jubilee and she was in trouble again. The brat never changed.

"Explain yourselves!" she yelled at them.

"No." Jubilee said calmly raising the bottle to her mouth. Alcohol was definitely fueling her bravery but at this point what did she have to lose? "What are you going to do? Kick me out?"

Emma was startled silent. Truth was she still saw Jubilee as her student. She was not used to getting back talk, even from a renowned motor mouth like Jubilee. She wanted to kick her off the team, but Scott had already done that. She would have kicked her out of the mansion, but Jubilee�s stuff was still sitting in cardboard boxes on the porch. Emma had already done her worst (legally that is). She had half a mind to crush Jubilation�s will, send her packing and spanking her ass on the way, but the alien was here. She despised these hybrids; the products of stolen DNA. Their alien brain structure was different. It made them difficult to read. Emma could feel their presence but not their thoughts, not until she had more practice. It unnerved her. The aliens had made no threatening moves, but the fact that she couldn�t read them made them a security risk, and right now security was a prime concern.

"Jubilation Lee, I have half a mind to contact the police and have you arrested for trespassing."

Aura responded by giving her the finger. "Sit on it, Frosty."

Emma narrowed her eyes into an icy blue stare. Aura didn�t seem to notice, even if she did it would be doubtful that she would care. This did nothing to calm the White Queen.

"I am within a hair�s breadth of contacting S.W.O.R.D. about your little invasion."

Jubilee staggered to her feet and pointed at her former headmistress. "Fine, I can tell where you�re not wanted." She waved for Aura to follow as she staggered through the door.

Aura rose, slowly but steadily. She eyed down Ms. Frost. "Don�t you think you�ve done enough to her?" Aura leaned in, Emma�s nose wrinkled at the smell of whiskey on her breath. "Why don�t you lay off her? She�s been through a lot lately."

"Why don�t you go back to your planet and let me run my school in my own fashion?"

Aura chuckled. "Answering a question with a question means you ain�t got an answer."

Emma tried to lash out with her mind, but the alien�s psyche was slippery, she couldn�t get a hold of it.

"You want to play mind games?" Aura reached out and grabbed the doorknob, throwing it shut. Emma stared her down. Her icy veneer did not crack as the door slammed.

Jubilee wandered back down the hall, looking for her friend. She didn�t notice the kaleidoscopic light show that played in the cracks under the door.

"Aura?" she called while trying the knob. It was pulled out of her hand. Emma Frost stood on the other side, a blank expression on her face.

"I�m sorry Jubilation," she droned. "I have treated you harshly without good cause in recent months. I apologize. As a token of my appreciation for what you have done, I think it would be� �way rocket�� if you and your new friends stayed here for as long as you like." Emma tried to look her in the eye, "Is that okay with you cutie-pie?"

Jubilee instantly new something was up, it just didn�t register with her brain. That wasn�t the mission, and when tipsy she could only do one thing at a time. "Sure, whatever you say, be-yotch."

Emma smiled and kissed Jubilee on the lips. Jubilation reflexively backed away, but not before her former teacher stole a quick one.

She looked up, irate at the former White Queen. Emma blinked twice, like a child shocked from sleep. "And stay out of other people�s rooms!" She ordered as she retreated down the hall, holding her aching, dizzy head.

Jubilee watched her leave. Aura stepped out of Logan�s room. "When I told her it was time to �kiss and make up� I didn�t think she�d take that literally."

Jubilee shook the bottle. Disappointingly little remained in it. She wanted to sterilize her lips with alcohol. More disappointing she found herself sober. Frost�s actions apparently straightened her out. "You did that?" Jubes turned, asking in surprise.

"What?" Aura shrugged her shoulders. "She tried to do it to me. I�m just a little quicker on the draw."

"You can mind control people?"

"No," Aura shook her head. "Savvy says it�s more like hypnotism. All I know is that it�s half the reason I never leave the clubs alone."

Jubilee almost snorted as she drank the whiskey. "Will she remember what you did to her?"

"No, I told her to forget it. But she does have a lot of willpower, she still might."

Jubilee shook her head as they walked down the hall, to the �guestroom� that used to belong to Dani Moonstar.

"What powers do you have Aura?"

Aura pressed her index finger to her chin. To Jubilee it seemed she was trying to remember. "I can do these different types of light. I don�t have to think about them, I just kind of do it. The blue light is a forcefield, but it doesn�t work against gas and drowning (I�ve tried). The yellow light is so I can fly. The red one is a laser. I can burn most things with that. But I can�t do more that one at a time. If I put the shield up, I can�t blast people."

Jubilee nodded, in the power department she was stacked. "What about the hypnotism?"

"Oh!" Aura laughed like she forgot, "That one Savvy just taught me actually. If I alternate between different shades really fast it mesmerizes people, leaves them open to suggestion."

Again Jubilee nodded, opening the door to the guestroom (that still had Dani�s stuff in boxes). "Wish I had my powers back."

"Who took them away?" Aura asked innocent enough.

"Long story�"

Over the next half-hour she told Aura about the various things that happened to her recently, and reiterated about how her �friends� had shoved her aside. She didn�t mind letting the tears flow. As of this moment the space-girl that she just met today was the closest thing she had to a best friend. Much to her credit, Aura didn�t judge her and didn�t interrupt. It seemed uncharacteristic to Jubilee, but she appreciated the effort. Aura listened intently, even to the parts she already knew.

Finally when she was done Aura squeezed her hand. "It�ll be alright Jubes. Once Savvy gets fixed up she can help you. She�s really smart and stuff."

Jubilee had to smile. She knew it was more complicated than that, but the thought did count. "Thanks Aura, but I don�t think it will be that easy."

"Just relax," Aura suggested, "You can worry about it more tomorrow." Aura knelt behind her on the bed. Nervously her hands found their way to Jubilation�s shoulders. The orange-haired alien tried to rub the tension out. Jubilee was in no shape to protest. To tell the truth she liked the attention. Jubilee was a natural flirt and a bit of a glory hound, neither of which she�d been doing very much of lately. She felt nothing but alone for the last several weeks, if not months. Depression was not a natural state for her. She didn�t feel like herself.

Aura worked the muscles as best she could, not exactly sure that their anatomies were similar, she didn�t know if those hard little knots belonged there. Since Jubilee didn�t scream in pain, she guessed that they didn�t hurt. She swallowed a little, finding her courage before she gently guided off Jubilee�s raincoat. The former x-man did not resist. Aura massaged the tight muscles of her back, not used to having a subject that was all muscle and bone. Grovian�s tended to be on the soft side. Jubilee was a natural athlete, without the bulky coat on it was easy to tell. She worked with her hands until Jubilee felt her back turn to butter.

"Your really good at this Aura."

She smiled at the compliment. "I�ve had a lot of practice." Aura�s strong little fingers did their work. Jubilee began to relax. "I was an �Orphan of the State� in Coconut Grove." Aura began. "They didn�t give us much money to live off of, so it was either make a living giving rub downs or nudie dancing. Since I already had a trick knee there wasn�t much of a decision. I worked nights as a massage girl in a nightclub called �Spyder�s Web�." Her voice seemed distant, Jubilee could tell she was smiling when she spoke. "I got really good at my job too. Some exclusive clientele came back night after night, I met a lot of interesting people and raked in a fortune in tips. In a good month I could clear more then what the trust fund babies got. On my off nights I went clubbing. I was really having a blast�" Aura�s voice trailed off in remembering happier days.

"Sounds like it was a lot of fun." Jubilee added, wanting to hear more about her new friend with the magic hands.

"It was." Aura agreed, "But I was getting this funny itch down there, and the coke was giving me nosebleeds during the day."

Jubilee wasn�t sure she wanted Aura to keep touching her.

"That�s one of the reason I was happy when Savant found me. It�s not like rub-girls get heath insurance, ya� know? She took me back to her lab and fixed me up. I don�t even get the shakes anymore."

Jubilee relaxed a little. It seemed Aura didn�t have the easiest life either. Really they had a lot in common.

"Damn it Jubes." She said, stopping the massage to cool the friction from her fingers. "What is that shirt made out of? It�s burning off my fingerprints."

Jubilee didn�t know, but she could take a hint. She picked her coat up off the bed.

"I�m not done yet." Aura chastised, walking towards the tiny bathroom that this dorm shared with the next. "If I�m going to do this I want to do it right."

Jubilee was a little stunned, not sure what was going on. The snapping sounds she heard from the bathroom couldn�t be good either. Before she had a chance to protest, Aura walked out with the plastic shower curtain and a towel in her arms.

"I take it you guys don�t have synthsilk on this planet?"

Jubilee was a bit confused, but she shook her head "no".

"Figures," the alien said. Her orange-mane flew as she tossed the shower curtain over top of the bedspread. She threw the towel to Jubilee, "Down the rest of that bottle, pop your clothes off and lay face down on the bed." Aura headed back to the bathroom. "I promise I won�t peek..." She looked over her shoulder. "Much."

Jubilee was stunned, towel in hand and alien/human hybrid rummaging through the medicine cabinet. What should I do? She thought to herself.
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