Sins of the Father

Sins of the Father Chapter Fifty Nine (NC-17)
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Jubilee cut a sideways glance at Emma, her heart still racing a mile a minute. "If you're so damned psychic, why didn't you know they were in the house?" she finally spat.
"I knew you were going to ask that," Emma intoned in a spooky voice, steering her well appointed town car through the dark streets of her tony neighborhood. "And it's not psychic. It's telepathic. There's a difference!"
"Yeah? What?" Jubilee shoved her pink glasses up on her head again from where they had slipped down. "Union membership?"
"How droll. I must remember that one." An honest smile did tug at the corner of her lips, though, momentarily lightening her tired features. "They were shielded," she answered finally. "I could not see them until they got careless or whoever was protecting them got distracted or just plain let go." She shrugged and peered into the misty night. "Speaking of..."
"Speaking of what?" Jubilee asked testily. She had a migraine that would kill an ox and she was not only starving but nauseated from fear and nervousness. Her hands trembled, her body ached and she was not in the mood to even fake being civil. "Something else no one told us?"
"No. Here's our turn."
Jubilee was about to launch into a snipe about the phrase "speaking of..." and it's proper uses, but Emma jerked the wheel suddenly to the left, making the car fishtail as it left the smooth concrete and hit the rough, loose gravel. Jubilee barely had time to curse much less scream before Emma steadied the car and proceeded down the road slowly, placid as if nothing had happened. "You're just going to drive up?" she asked incredulously as she regained control over her breathing. "What the fuck is wrong with you people lately?"
Emma rolled her eyes. "Language, missy. And no, to sate your burning curiosity, I am not going to just drive up." She slowed to a stop and shut off the car and lights. "I'm going to walk up. So are you."
Jubilee stared for a long moment as Emma, still wearing her fine linen suit (fine albeit wrinkled, she amended) and high heels and full makeup and jewelry, slid out of the car and shut the door quietly behind her. She stood out like a ghost in the dark pine forest, a white figure in the green and black shadows. "No, not obvious at all," Jubilee muttered, slipping out of the passenger side door and joining Emma quickly, her foot steps crunching in the late fallen leaves. "You're just going to walk up?" she hissed, hoping the answer had changed.
"Time to put all your training to use," Emma smirked. "And stop whining. It's not that far." She marched resolutely forward, leaving Jubilee the option to stay there with the car or to follow her and not be alone in the dark night.
The teenaged girl snarled wordlessly and followed at a short distance, her hands shoved deep into her coat's pockets despite the seeping warmth of the summer. So focused was she on her inward anger and resentment that she did not notice Emma stop. "OW!" Jubilee fell back, rubbing her forehead.
Emma glared down, her hand flying to the rising bump on the back of her head. "If you knock us both out," she snapped, "your little friends are toast."
Jubilee was on her feet and in Emma's face in a breath. "Stop making threats, Emma. I'm staring to wonder whose side you're on. Hell, I'm starting to wonder whose side the Professor is on!" She wanted to cry in frustration but managed to channel it into anger. "I'm about ten seconds away from making you see sparkles for the rest of your life unless you give me more answers!"
Emma's eyes narrowed in brief appreciation for Jubilee's outburst but her face quickly became a study in bland. She did not betray so much as a smirk of satisfaction as Jubilee gasped, her arms bound to her side and legs locked in place. "I have told you enough. If you are so obtuse as to not understand, that is not my problem!" She turned away deliberately, not releasing control of Jubilee's limbs. "You make so much as a squeak, I leave you here." She wandered a few paces further and paused, stomping the heel of her left shoe against the ground, ignoring the vile thoughts Jubilee was directing purposefully her way. Emma took a large step to the left and frowned, striking her heel against the ground again. "Ah, here we are." A panel slid open at her feet, some dirt and pine needles falling into the opening. "Measuring distances on maps was never my strong suite, especially small distances like inches."
Jubilee stumbled forward as Emma released her hold. "I swear to God, if you tell me you own this place or the Professor does and that's how you knew where it was..."
"Buddhists swear to God? Interesting..." She shrugged. "I know where it is because Professor Xavier has a map and I've got an eidetic memory." A slight smile dashed across her features. "And it didn't hurt I made a copy for my own files, so to speak..."
Jubilee wondered fleetingly if she was getting a telepathic assist from Jean or the Professor, back at the Institute with map in hand or on screen, but she did not have time to dwell on it. The earth beneath their feet rippled with change, the sound almost subsonic as Emma grabbed onto Jubilee's wrist for balance. Instead of fading as one would expect, the rumbling grew louder, stronger. Within seconds, the sound filled the air and the vibrations were bone jarring. The open maw of the sliding door was open at their feet like a coffin, beckoning them silently. Jubilee felt her ankles and knees give out and her body fall forward, towards the opening. She felt Emma try and stop her but it was too late. They both tumbled headfirst into the darkness below.