Part Twelve (of 12)
Written by Jaelle
This story takes place after Onslaught and before that Bastion dork came along. It also doesn't quite fit into continuity, but oh well, that's never stopped Marvel! I've also taken liberties with Paige's powers. All nitpickers should refer to the title.
Generation X and the X-Men are all trademarks of Marvel Entertainment. No attempt is being made to infringe on these trademarks. Blah blah blah.
"Half a show, half a show, half a show onward... into the valley of death rode the X-teams." said Jubilee, entering stage left. "Well, it's the final episode in our little skit this evening. So what could be better than a romantic interlude."
She bowed off stage left and the curtain rose, along with everyone's hopes as a familiar tune rang out across the room.
"Here comes the bride, here comes the bride," hummed Rogue.
Joseph and Remy gulped.
Then the music changed to a more cheesy sound and Jubilee sang along for a little while...
"X... exciting and new
Come aboard, we are waiting for you
Soon you'll be dying unusual death,
Soon you'll be normality-bereft."
"Could we lose the Love Boat theme and just get on with the wedding?" yelled Angel.
"What, you don't like Aaron Spelling?"
Thrown objects were Jubilee's only answer. The music went back to the more traditional air.
Jono, with red sunglasses on, adjusted the neck of his too-large tuxedo and wished he had a throat so that he could swallow as he waited onstage by the 'altar'.
Paige walked up the aisle of the audience towards the stage, she looked radiant.
"It's amazing," said Storm to Jean. "It looks _exactly_ like your wedding dress!"
Jean had a narrow look on her face. "That's because it IS my wedding dress. I'm going to have a talk with Jubilee after this about what the phrase, 'Can I borrow one of your outfits' means."
"The wedding of Scott and Jean," said Jubilee, quietly. "Was ever an event so anticipated in the entire history of the X-Men? Was there ever an event so promised, so desired, so close to getting done so many times... but finally, FINALLY, Jean got that precious ring on _her_ finger."
Jean sniffled and wiped a tear from her eye and admired said ring.
"Now. We would have liked to reproduce the entire ceremony," Jubilee continued. "But Jono kicked up such a fuss that we decided to just cut to the ending. Ready? GO!"
And now the audience discovered just where the rest of Gen X had been. Confetti showered down from the ceiling. Buckets and buckets of confetti. A veritable BLIZZARD of confetti. Nobody could see a thing. When it finally stopped, the stage was empty. Suddenly Jubilee reappeared, this time without cue cards or microphone. She looked worried, and looked around the stage nervously. There was a slight movement from the back and she yelped and ran.
Too late! Jono stepped out and everyone stared at him. He was dressed like a Borg warrior from Star Trek.
"Resistance is futile!" He said. "You will be assimilated! The Phalanx are the supreme beings! Assimilate! Assimilate!"
His voice became more mechanical sounding by the end, and then Mondo came on stage. "Assimilate..." he said. "Assimilate..."
Jubilee looked around in horror as they closed in. Then two Daleks rolled on stage. "Assimilate... Assimilate."
"Aaaiiiiieeee!" she yelled. "Heeeeeelp!"
"But there was no help for Jubilee!" Jono stepped aside and picked up a microphone. "She too would soon fall victim to the Phalanx, just like most of the X-Men before her... The Phalanx - a sort of techno-organic creature, wanted to assimilate mutants, but it had difficulty with mutant DNA, hence its capturing of the young mutants. And so, Jubilee was captured and assimilated!" His voice altered.
"Assimilate! Assimilate! Resistance is futile! You will be assimilated! The Pha-lanx are the su-pe-ri-or be-ings. Assimilate!"
"I don't think so!" yelled Jubilee.
"Yeah! RARRRRGH!!!" Franklin pounded onstage, yellow hair sprouting through every gap in his clothes. He got two feet and tripped over his trailing wig.
"Ummm... luckily, Sabretooth, Banshee and the White Queen came to her rescue. Sort of." said Jono, looking at the fallen boy.
"But!" he brightened up. "We _did_ get Paige, Skin, Monet," his voice
faltered. "Clarice and another boy - later turning out to be a Phalanx
in disguise." They
fought the Phalanx from within whilst Banshee and the others..."
He paused as Artie, miming screeching and flapping the trailing "wings" of his costume, ran onto the stage. And tripped over Franklin. Leech then zoomed out after them and fell over both their prone bodies. Jubilee slapped her hand against her forehead and mimed "ad-lib" at Jono.
"Oooookay, now I see what Jubilee had to put up with," said Jono. "Where was I? Oh yes, assembled some others to... fight... the..." his voice trailed off as Franklin and the other two tried to get to their feet and tripped over each other.
"Phalanx... and somehow they won. How exactly is a COMPLETE mystery to me because they were really a bunch of clowns when you actually look at it..." he continued.
Jubilee was miming 'shut up you idiot these are the people who grade your essays!' as Franklin stumbled towards her and tripped head over heels into her lap. Banshee and the White Queen had tight-lipped expressions.
"And anyway I wasn't even there so I only have your words that you actually managed to defeat these Phalanx people - and that they actually existed in the first place."
The rest of GenX wandered onstage in partial costume to watch as Jono talked himself closer and closer to death.
"How do you think he's managing to talk through both feet?" Paige asked M.
"No mouth, hence he can fit more in."
"And as a result of this possibly spurious threat, a new team of mutants was put together. Another younger team, which could learn and then grow up to become X-Men. Haven't we done that already. I mean, wasn't that supposed to be The New Mutant's/X-Force's plan? Do we graduate to them and then full X-Men status or will we just change our name when we get old enough and continue on as we always have." Jono leant against the wall. "And while I'm on the subject, another thing that's mystified me..."
Jubilee put both hands over her eyes as Jono kept talking. But she couldn't stop listening. It was kind of like watching an accident in slow-motion. You just couldn't help being fascinated.
Jono rambled on in this fashion for another half-hour, managing to insult every single person in the room in some way or other, and generally leaving havoc in his wake.
"And then I wondered, but wouldn't the heels get in the way during a fight? Surely survival is more important than fashion sense. I mean, look at Bobby, he doesn't care that he looks like a complete dork when going into battle and he hasn't died all that often... Hmmm... what was I going to say?" Jonathan wondered.
"You _were_ going to narrate the Onslaught experience we all just lived
through," said Jubilee. "But I think we've seen enough disaster for now."
She gently relieved him of the microphone. "I would just like to say now
that the opinions expressed just then by Jono were entirely, completely
and irrevocably his, and that I had nothing to do with them in any way,
shape or form." She looked
at her watch. "Having fulfilled my original intention of making everyone forget the time and getting to stay up late..."
Everyone quickly checked their watches and faces fell as they realised how late it was.
"I would now like to end this production, how else, with a song... Please feel free to join in with us on this one."
GenX - in costume, formed up and began to sing:
"We are the X-Men, my friend...
And we'll keep on fighting till the end
We are the X-Men, we are the X-Men,
No time for losers cos we are the X-Men... and Gen X!"
GenX bowed to raucous applause.
"Thank yew, thank yew!" said Jubilee. "And tomorrow, we'll be doing the history of the New Mutants!"
She was chased offstage by a group comprised of all of Generation X, Bobby, Iceman, Gambit, and most of X-Force.
"Hey," said Jean suddenly as she recovered from her amusement at watching the younger ones flee. "Who's going to clean up all this mess?"