Canadian Whiskey

Professor Charles Xavier stopped speaking. He sensed someone being frightened beyond words, but he couldn't tell who it was. Then there was nothing. As if it had never been.

"Professor? Professor Xavier," he heard one of the students asking.

He smiled and replied, "Yes, James, I'm fine." He let his gaze roam over each face of the students in his office, searching each one. "I think, students, we'll end it there." He mentally moved his hover chair back behind his desk. When he looked back up from the desktop, he saw the students still seated. he sighed and said, "Let's just call it an early weekend. You are all dismissed."

The students stood from their various sitting places and moved to the door. Storm entered the office just as the last student exited. "You called for me, Charles," she asked him.

"Yes. Please have a seat, Ororo." He moved his hover chari to face her as she sat in one of the wingback chairs. "There's something wrong," he began.

"What is it, Charles? You look worried. Has something happened to,"

"No, no," he interrupted her. "Not to Logan, Bobby or Henry. The thing is," he took a deep breath and continued, "I'm not sure who. As I was teaching I got the sense that someone was very frightened, then," his words trailed off as he began to fromulate a plan.

"Then what, Charles," she asked, prompting him to continue. She was beginning to get worried herself.

"I'm sorry, my dear," he smiled, then finished. "Then there was nothing. As if there'd been nothing." He mentally called the students and the other X-Men to meet in the Danger Room. He asked Cyclops to use the assembly hall program that Hank had designed for use during orientation, but would be perfect for this situation. "Come, Ororo, let us join the others. I think it is time we do a head count to see who, if anyone, is missing." She stood and walked beside him to the Danger Room after a brief elevator ride to the sublevels of the mansions basement.

Cyclops met them at the door. "Everyone except four are accounted for, Professor." The Professor let his gaze wonder over the room then back to Cyclops. "I know where three of them are. It's the remaining fourth one that has me worried."

"Who is it, Scott," the Professor asked.

"Jubilee," came his reply. Storm snorted causing both men to look at her. She turned and walked to the front of the assembly hall, ignoring both mens unasked question.

"Find out who has seen her since your return this afternoon and send them to my office. I will be there trying to make contact with her." Scott nodded in agreement and walked to the front of the assembly. The Professor left to return to his office to await whoever may hold the key to Jubilee's disappearance.


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Sabertooth finished handcuffing an unconscious Jubilee's hands together and then lifted her to hang her from a hook he had put in the ceiling of the cabin. Her feet dangled freely a couple of feet off the floor.

She was smaller than he had anticipated, but he should have know better after seeing her with the runt in that motel room. His cock swelled against the spandex of his uniform as his thoughts turned to her bar breasts earlier that day. He rubbed his cock through the uniform and mentally told himself it would be worth the wait. He was going to fuck her, alright, but not until the runt was watching. He wanted the bastard as helpless to do anything as possible; except watch.

He walked over to her limp body and, grabbing the waistband of her jean shorts, gave one good tug and tore the material from her body. The panties that remained were purple lace. He knelt down and stuck his nose to her crotch and inhaled her scent. Licking the material, he slid a finger underneath and into her vagina. Her tightness made his cock swell even more and, pushing the uniform pants down to his knees, he grabbed his cock and with one hand and returned his probing finger to her pussy. Pumping the hand on his cock in rhythm with his finger insider her pussy, it didn't take long for him to cum. Leaving his body's juices in a puddle below her feet, he stood pulling the uniform pants back place. He walked to the lone table and chair and sat to face her and wait.

He would only get one good fuck out of her, but her tight pussy and the look on the runt's face would be worth the wait.


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The Professor tried three times unsuccessfully to contact Jubilee, but it was like wading through mud. There was simply nothing there to see or contact. He was going to try a fourth time when there was a knock at the door. "Come in," he said.

The door opened and Dean, one of the newer students, walked in followed by Gambit. The Professor motioned for the boy to sit and said, "Thank you, Gambit, for accompanying Dean. You can return to the Danger Room."

"Non, Profesor," Gambit replied. "I have also see petit since her return dis afternoon."

The Professor moved his chair from behind his desk to sit across from where they sat on the couch. Dean was fidgeting, blatantly nervous. "Please, Dean, calm yourself."

"But I-I didn't know what the note said. Honest I didn't. Professor X, Please don't kick me out. I like it here," Dean begged, on the verge of tears.

"You are not in trouble, Dean. And I'm not kicking anyone out of anywhere. This is your home so long as you need it to be." The Professor entered the boys mind trying to calm him. "Now, start at the beginning and tell me what you know." The boy still hesitated. "Take your time, Dean," the Professor reassured him.

He took a steadying breath and began, "Well, I was going to the game room when there was a knock at the front door. There was no one around so I answered it."

"Who was it," the Professor asked when Dean paused.

"It was a delivery man for a florist. I didn't see a name on the uniform," Dean told them.

"What dis delivery man look like," Gambit asked.

Dean looked at him and back at the Professor then at the floor. "Jubilee asked me the same thing."

"So the delivery man was looking for Jubilee," the Professor and Gambit asked in unison. Dean shook his head. "What did you tell her,son," the Professor asked.

"Big, hairy guy. Not very friendly. She got a really big smile on her face when I told her," he replied. Gambit and Charles looked at each other. "I know she thought I was talking about Professor Logan, but before I could tell her it wasn't him, she slammed her bedroom door in my face." Both men looked back at the boy.

"What you mean by big," Gambit asked.

"Really tall, big muscles. Mean looking. Growled alot," Dean replied.

The two men exchanged another glance and in unison said, "Sabretooth."

Charles looked at the boy again and said, "All right, Dean. You may return to the Danger Room. Go straight to the Danger Room. Do not stray to any other part of the mansion." The young teen stood, seemingly relieved to be leaving Professor Xavier's office. Once the boy left, Charles looked to Gambit.

"I guess you wan' know what I know, non," the Cajun asked.

"Yes, if you please," the Professor replied.

"I was leaving Rogue's room and Jubilee was leaving hers. I ask where she goin' and she say walkin'," Gambit explained.

The Professor steepled his fingers under his chin. He studied Gambit for a moment, staring directly into the Cajun's demon red eyes. "Did you see her actually leave the mansion?"

"Non."

The Professor mentally contacted Rogue and asked her to have a look around Jubilee's room. "Come, Gambit. Let us join the others and await what Rogue may or may not find."

"If dere be n'ting to find, Rogue be da one do it," Gambit said as he stood. Both men left the office, heading for the Danger Room.