The intercom buzzed once more. It was starting to be annoying. Gambit reached over and turned it on. It was Cyclops.
"Jubilee?" came Scott's surprised voice.
"Are YOU piloting the minijet?!" he asked incredulously.
"What does it look like to you?" she retorted. "Of course I'm piloting the minijet." There was a hint of pride in her voice.
"But...but...never mind...is Gambit with you?"
"I wish to speak to him."
Gambit sighed and steeled himself for another one of Scott's infamous lenghty lectures.
"Gambit! What do you think you're doing? Letting Jubilee play pilot?"
"Relax, Cyke. Petite's doin' jus' fine."
"That's right." Jubilee piped in.
"Not according to her stimulated tests. I want you to take over. Right now."
"Hey! No fair!"
"Right now Jubilee. As your leader, I'm commanding you to hand over the controls to Gambit."
"I don' wan' de controls."
"As YOUR leader, I'm commanding YOU to..."
"...take the controls. Okay, okay. Cool it already. I was getting sick of playing with the controls anyway. Here Gambit, take it."
"But I don'..." Gambit suddenly grinned . "Sure, mon petite."
"I am NOT your petite. Why do I get the feeling I'm gonna regret this?" asked Jubilee as she handed Gambit the controls.
"Don't try any tricks." warned Cyclops.
"I won'." Remy promised, giving Scott a most angelic look.
"Right. Where do you think you're going?" Scott asked icily.
"Paris. Got a problem wit dat?"
"You bet I do. How can you be so irresponsible as to go running off to Paris without informing any of us? You even took Jubilee along. Not only that, you let HER of all people pilot the minijet."
"I catch your drift, Cyke but dis is really important..."
"What's so important that you couldn't have waited till AFTER you told us before leaving?"
"I 'ad an appointment in Paris which I forgot all about. Jus' pretend we're on a 'oliday, 'kay?"
A mischievous twinkle jumped into Remy's eyes as he started fiddling with the controls.
"At least tell us what..."
"Oops! Looks like we've got us a communication problem, petite."
Jubilee giggled. "Poor Cyke. He never got to finish his speech."
"Lucky for us he didn'." Gambit grinned.
"Dammit!" exclaimed Scott as he slammed the phone down. Jean cast him a questioning look.
"There's a slight problem with communication," he explained.
Jean laughed. "I'm sure Gambit is capable of taking care of Jubilee."
"I'm not even sure if he can take care of himself." Scott shot back.
Jean looked at him disapprovingly.
"Give them a break, Mr. Sarcasm."
"What about me? I work harder then anyone on the team. Have I ever...hmmph?" Scott sighed deeply, drawing his wife into a tight embrace and returning her kiss most passionately.
"A little break now and then is good for them, hon."
"I could use one myself." Scott told her with a cheeky, boyish look on his face. His hands vanished under her blouse.
End of Part 4