Setting: This story is an alternate universe story that takes place after the Phoenix would have been killed by Magneto. Jean and Scott got their marriage together (more or less) after Jean's near death experience. My Dream-Team is the following: Phoenix, Cyclops, Psylocke, Phoenix II (for those of you living under a large rock, that's Rachael), Beast, Emma, and the one-and-only Wolverine. For those of you who are big on details, in this story, the X-Jet has 8 seats instead of 6 (and I suggest you STOP being big on details. Sheesh.) At some points, I might paraphrase the story 'Bad Reputation' by Addie Logan (don't sue me, Addie, please. I'm giving you credit) The babies that will be born throughout the leaghth of the story are mine.

X-men, unfortunatlly,are not mine and never will be (sniff)


Ch. 1 of "The seatbelt sign should be on at all times"
"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

Logan winced in pain. For someone with enhanced hearing, Emma's screaming was at least three times as loud as it really was. And boy was it loud to begin with.

The fact that he was sitting only a few feet away from her didn't help either.

"WILL YOU SHUT THE BLOODY HELL UP? I'M TRYING TO FLY!" Betsy yelled from the pilot's seat.

"WHAT DO YOU WANT ME TO DO? SING? I'M GOING INTO BLOODY LABOR!" Emma shouted back at her before she resumed screaming in pain as she had another contraction.

Logan caught the sound of muffled laughter. He turned around to see Rachael; in the seat right behind the passenger's, she was doubled over in laughter with her mouth covered and her face red.

>If you hold it in any longer I think your face will explode> he sent to her.

Rachael's eyes bulged and she ran past Emma to the bathroom at the back of the plane to let out her laughter.

"All right Emma, just push, your going to be fine," Beast said calmly kneeling between his fiancé's legs.

"THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT!" she screamed at him.

"Me?" he asked.

"YES YOU! YOU'RE THE ONE WHO GOT ME BLOODY PREGNANT! AND NOW I'M HAVING A BLOODY BABY, IN THE BACK OF THE BLOODY X-JET, WHILE IT'S FLYING OVER GOD-KNOWS-WHAT BLOODY COUNTRY!"

"DON'T YOU THINK THAT IF WE WERE OVER A COUNTRY, ANY COUNTRY, I WOULD HAVE LANDED BY NOW?" Psylocke yelled again.

Logan looked out the window to see water. Lots and lots of water.

>Atlantic?> he asked Betsy.

>Very unfortunately, Pacific. And we're right in the center of it>

Logan groaned.

"It's not entirely his fault Emma," Scott said, propping up Emma's head, "you ARE the one who insisted on coming on this mission even though you're on Maternity leave…"

"WHO ASKED YOU ANYTHING?"

Logan looked to the bathroom where, though it was very low (probably due to the fact that Rachael had thrown up a sound-proof TK shield), he heard the unmistakable sound of Rachael Grey-Summers hollering with laughter.

He smirked as he turned his attention to the co-pilot. Jean was looking straight ahead, her grip on the steering wheel loose and relaxed. Scott also turned his attention to the back of his wife's head. He tapped into their re-established rapport. He had to know what she was thinking.

The first thing he got a whim of was that she was smiling like an idiot.

>God> he heard her think, >Thank you for inflicting upon Emma the pain she has so long deserved. As I promised, I will permently give up alcohol, chocolate, clubs, Doritos's, and fantasizing about Johnny Depp. If this was the devil's doing and not yours, please redirect this thank you message to him courtesy of->

>JEAN!> Scott thought to her.

Scott felt her roll her eyes.

>What?> she asked annoyed.

>HELP HER!>he thought forcefully.

>Why? How much money she's not going to help me when I have my baby?> she asked, stroking her eight month old belly.

Scott was going to say something but was interrupted by Emma's screaming.

Logan clapped his hands over his ears.

"JEAN! JUST RIP IT OUT WITH YOUR TK AND GET IT OVER WITH!" Betsy shouted.

"Why? This is much more fun."

"PLEASE!" a desperate Logan, Hank, Betsy, and Scott shouted at the same time.

"Fine!" she got up from her seat and turned around to head to the back of the plane, still holding on to the steering wheel with her TK.

A sudden jolt of air turbulence had Scott and Hank sprawled on the floor while from the bathroom there was a clang and muttered swears which might have been screams if the bathroom wasn't sound-proof. Logan braced himself against the seat in front of him as Jean grabbed the backs of the two seats closest to her.

"Sorry," Betsy said, not screaming for the fisrt time in over an hour.

Suddenly, Jean's eyes widened in fear.

"Honey," she said in a small voice.

Scott picked himself up of the floor and headed over to his wife.

"What is it?" he asked in an equally small voice.

"My water just broke"

Scott and everyone in the plane just stood there.

"WHAT?" he said, suddenly loosing his cool.

"I…am going…into labor…" she said as she started panting.

Rachael came out of the bathroom. Her eyes stained with dried tears and her face still red.

"Did I hear right?" she asked. "I'm going to be a big sister?"


Well there you have it. The fist 'bloody' chapter of my first 'bloody' novel, "the seatbelt sign should be on at all times". Love it? hate it? write it! Ch 2 coming soon to a monitor near you :)