trans_9 | Free but at what cost? (Some language warning)

Dean casually glanced over, and shrugged, "Great handle on the sarcasm there, kid."

Ben nodded amiably. "I practice every day." He gave the transport -- if it could be called a transport at all -- a brief look-over. It appeared well cared for, but, glancing at the wheels, like it could have been old when the stars were young. And the feelings rippling through the Force... it wasn't the surprising optimism of most people aboard the ship. So what had happened?

A snort at that, "Yeah I'll bet." Most kids his age did after all. Dean certainly knew it well for years.

He gestured with his hand to the Impala.

"Got a thing for classic cars?"

"Is that what it's called?" he asked, eyebrows raised. "It's small for a ground vehicle."

"She's called a 1967 Chevy Impala, and she's all mine." He patted the chrome surface with clear affection in his voice and gesture.

Dean fixed him a look, "Small? Hell you should have seen the modern craptastic compact cars so many people drive now. Freaking clown cars all wired up with junk."

Jubilee was tired. Nightmares - things she'd had before the whole 'world going boom' thing, thanks - meant that, sometimes, no matter how hard she worked, she just could not sleep. Which meant wandering.

That was how she'd found the vehicles. Some looked hazardous to her healthy dislike for math but some...

Dammit, she'd hung out with Logan and Scott far too much in her life, because that was a pretty car.

Even more pretty though? The beer the dude was holding. "Dude, I will totally owe you huge, if you tell me you've got another beer I can snag." Jubilee did not have shame.

Ben snorted. She was direct.

"Can it get off the ground?" he asked, putting a hand on the front of the vehicle.

Dean gave a small grin to the latest arrival. Pretty young but cute. He just reached down to grab another bottle from under the car.

"Must be your lucky day, or unlucky since now you owe me." Larger grin now.

He then added with another look to the blond haired kid, trying to deflect his hands away from his precious baby, "Hands off and hell no, it's a car, not a metal coffin with wings. It's for driving on the open road."

Jubilee just grinned and opened the beer. She collapsed next to the car and leaned back against a tire. "Think I'll take my chances, dude. I'm Jubilee, by the way." She introduced herself and took a long pull. Not Molson, but right then, she didn't care.

"She's a piece of history. And in damned fine shape. Know a couple of guys who'd be droolin' all over her." Jubilee shrugged. She preferred bikes. She blamed Logan.

"Ancient history," murmured Ben, squatting to look at the wheels, then lifting the vehicle's body a few inches with the Force to slide underneath and examine the underbelly. He didn't have his cousin Jaina's teenage compulsion to dismantle half the mechanical items she came across, but it was interesting.

Dean started to reply to Jubilee but then holy shit the kid was FLOATING his car in the AIR. Holy shit.

"Hey! Hey! Enough! You back the fuck away from the car right now." He tried to reach down to grab and drag the boy away from his car. And the second ANY dismantling started, he was going to some dismantling of his own.

"Why do telekinetics always have to show off?" Jubilee asked no one in particular. Seriously, she did not understand the need.

"Dude, put the guy's car down." she said, scooting forward, so she was no longer leaning against what had been the wheel. Sometimes, she disliked telekinetics.

"I was looking," he said pointedly, pushing out from underneath the vehicle. "I've never seen one."

"Yeah well, that's all you're going to see now. Show's over." He then ran his hands over the car, and got down underneath to check to make sure nothing got messed with.

He muttered, "Freaking tries to fly my poor baby, what the hell?"

"It's a telekinetic thing." Jubilee said, leaning back against the tire again. "They have this unending urge to lift things just to prove they can." She grinned at Ben, winking. She was, mostly, teasing.

"Didn't catch your name, though, dude. If I'm going to owe you for the beer, like to know who I owe." she grinned.

"You got me," Ben said, throwing up his hands in mock surrender. "I'm a serial levitator with a soft spot for things that can't get off the ground themselves. The two of you should watch out."

"Just warn a man before you try to jack his car into the freaking air, all right? This baby's older than any of us, and she still runs beautifully. Want to keep her that way."

Dean wiped a hand through his hair, and then offered his free hand to Jubilee, "It's Dean, good to meet you."

She shook it, with a grin. "Like I said, she's a beautiful machine." she figured complimenting the car would get him calm. Nice and quiet, just how she wanted it.

"As for you!" Jubilee gestured at Ben. "Think you'd be the first telekinetic to throw me around? Pfft. Not even close dude. I can name a few others, and some who weren't true telekinetics, but could do something like it." Magneto came to mind, and Ro.

He rolled his eyes. "I'm a Jedi, not a telekinetic."

"Thanks, used to be my dad's. Been keeping her in good shape, and engine still purrs." He rubbed his hand affectionately over the hood of the car again.

Dean studied him for a moment, "A Jedi, you? Seriously? Aren't you supposed to have a lightsaber?"

Jubilee grinned. "I can tell. Have to say, wish we had a place to drive her. Love to take a spin in her." drive? HELL YES. But she knew better than to ask to drive a car's baby. Angelo used to get cranky when she'd taken Sean's convertible when they were in LA.

The beer stopped and she looked at the guy. "Oh, Kitty would so love to be here right now. She'd flip." She shook her head. "X-Men, Jedi, what next?" She grinned. "And, if you can lift things with your brain - call if the Force or whatever - you're a telekinetic." She pointed out.

He crossed his arms and rested against the front of the vehicle. "You went barvy when I lifted this thing. You'd probably lose your mind if I took a live lightsaber out within fifty meters of it." He was glad the ship had salvaged his lightsaber, though. Building a new one from scavenged parts around here would have been -- well, it would have been interesting, but being defenseless in a mystery ship didn't really appeal to him.

"Dude of course I don't want you messing with it." He sighed as he admitted, "She's one of the only things I got left of my world."

"And I could take you out for a ride in her, but I'm the only one driving." Yeah, he only lets his brother sometimes drive her, and often with protest if he's not unconscious, sick or too drunk. Sometimes there's protest even then.

Jubilee understood things like that. It was why she was glad Jono and Bobby were here. She understood them. She held her hands up in surrender. "Dude, I wouldn't think of asking to drive. There are things you just don't do: asking to drive a dude's baby is one of them."

She grinned and sipped her beer. "Well, then he probably shouldn't let me near it either." Jubilee shrugged. "I think we can both be trusted to keep our stuff under control though, don't you?"

"Hey," he shrugged. "I've never crashed anything before." Well, there was the Y-Wing that pirates had exploded, but he hadn't even been in the thing when it blew. "I'm not going to break that record by slicing up a ground vehicle."

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