Title: Love will find a way.
Author: Jade Feather
Email: beldin_the_hunchback@hotmail.com
Rating: PG-13 for a bit of swearing. I don't do smut.
Summery: Jubilee is in love, but will she realise it before too late?
Category: L/J, romance.
Feedback: PLEASE! If you think this is crap, please tell me. But if it isn't, please don't flame me for the fun of it. Compliments are welcome.
Disclaimer: All the people who think I own the X-men are dumbasses.
Notes: I know that everybody is in love with the idea of Marie and Logan, but I've gotten sick of them. Plus I like Jubilee better. So there. I also know that Bardot is an evil brainless entity, but I liked the lyrics, so I put it in. By the way, this is my first serious fanfic, so be nice.
Picture walking, a dusty road
Summer breeze on my body flows
Dreaming of a blue horizon
Meet me where the sun is shining
He's coming for my love
He's the one I'm thinking of
Let me show you what I mean
We'll be living in a dream
Can't stop thinking about your love
Light shining down on my whole life
Wanting you to stay
I know that love will find a way
Each night I stare into the stars
Each night I wonder where you are
I know that love will find a way
Secret paradise at rainbow's end
There in the distance we meet again
Have you been on your best behaviour
We can talk about it later
He's coming for my love
He's the one I'm thinking of
Let me show you what I mean
We'll be living in a dream
Can't stop thinking about your love
Light shining down on my whole life
Wanting you to stay
I know that love will find a way
Each night I stare into the stars
I wonder where you are
I know that love will find a way
We will find
Love this time
Shining down
Each night I stare into the stars
I wonder where you are
Can't stop thinking about your love
Light shining down on my whole life
Wanting you to stay
I know that love will find a way
Each night I stare into the stars
I wonder where you are
I know that love will find a way
Love will find a way
Bardot
She watched him leave. She watched him give Rogue the tags, she saw the sad look on his face disappear, replaced by mischievous grin as he spotted Scott's bike. She watched him speed down the highway, never looking back. But most of all, she felt the tug at her heart as he left. But she ignored it. She just thought it was another infatuation. Another guy who had left her life without looking back. What slightly female thing wouldn't look at Logan, the Wolverine without swooning at his feet?
Me. That's who. Jubilee thought. I mean, he's old, he's hairy and he dresses like a Canadian hillbilly.
She sighed and got up from where she was sitting at the window just in time to see Rogue enter the room with a sad look on her face. Jubilee assumed her caring best friend face and opened her arms. Suddenly Rogue's brave expression faltered and she sobbed, stumbling blindly into her best friends arms.
"He's gone! Gone, Jubes! He's gone! He's- he's - " At this Rogue bust into tears for the fifth time in a row onto Jubilees best yellow jacket.
"Sssh. It's okay honey. He'll be back." Jubilee said reassuringly to the sobbing girl buried in her jacket, and half to herself as well, stroking Rogue's back.
Rogue extracted her head from Jubilee's shoulder and smiled, sniffling and wiping her eyes. "Yeah. You're right. Ah mean, Ah've only known him for whaht, forty-eight hours? It's nothing."
Jubilee's eyes caught a glint of light reflecting off Rogue's neck. She lifted up the dog tags and looked at them. "What're these?" she said, pretending she hadn't seen them before, hadn't been watching them.
Rogue smiled sadly, her expression almost proud. "They're Logan's dog tags. He gave them to me as a sort of promise that he'd come back some day."
Jubilee stepped back, gripping her friend's shoulders. "There. See? He's coming back." She gave Rogue a good shake. Now don't you worry. Old Wolvie's comin' back from lake Alkali someday, even if your best friend, Jubilation Lee, Jubilee, the SuperJ, has to go and drag his Canadian hillbilly ass back here to you. Now let's go get some lunch, coz' I'm starving." Her face assumed it's famous "I'm so chirpy it's depressing" look, and she dragged Rogue over to the dining hall.
THE NIGHT BEFORE
Jubilee padded softly into the dimly lit kitchen. She opened the fridge to find, to her joy, a six pack of beer. "Yes!" she exulted. She had late night television, all the beer she wanted, and no one, not even the pansy-assed Cyclops, to tell her she was underage and she wasn't allowed alcohol. With a happy sigh she flopped down onto the couch and switched on the TV. She sat back, opened her can and tipped it back.
"Aren't you a little young to be drinking that?"
"Yaaah!" she yelped, showering herself with frothy beer. She glared into the darkness at the other end of the couch. "What the hell?" And there was Logan, without a shirt.
At least she thought it was Logan. It wasn't too hard to recognise him, since Rogue had described him in perfect detail from his weird sideburns down to his toenails. The television casted flickering light over his very well muscled chest. His very bare well muscled chest.
Her jaw hit the floor.
"Oh my god," she breathed. He quirked an eyebrow at her.
"What?"
Oh shit. Great going Jubes. He has sensitive hearing, remember? "Nothing." She said, embarrassed. "And I'll drink what I like."
He shrugged. "It's your liver."
There was a long pause. Jubilee, who could only take so much silence, coughed awkwardly. "So... You're the guy who saved Rogue."
There was a long silence at the other end of the couch. "Yep."
"You know, she really likes you." She blurted out. "Sorry, I - "
"It's fine."
"Right." She paused. "You're not one to talk much, are ya Wolvie?"
He glared at her. "Excuse me?"
"I said, `You're not one to talk much, are ya, Wolvie?'" She said it slowly, as if he was stupid.
"Wolvie?!" He spluttered. "Wolvie?!"
"Well, you're called the Wolverine, aren't ya? So you're Wolvie." God, this guy was slow.
She heard him swearing to himself and grinned. This night was turning out better than she had thought.
"Look kid, no one calls me Wolvie." He scowled at her.
"And I ain't your kid. So deal with it."
He frowned. "Look, aren't you scared of me? You know, Grrr, it's bad-assed Wolverine?"
She smiled at him cheerfully. "Nope." She paused. "So, like, you were a cage fighter?"
"Yep."
They both paused and turned to the television, just in time to see Tim Curry singing "Sweet Transvestite" on The Rocky Horror Picture Show.
"Yaaahh!' Jubilee screamed.
"That's flippin' disgusting." Logan said in revulsion.
"Get a room for you and your sick mind man!" she yelled at gyrating figure on the television, throwing cheetos at the screen.
She searched frantically in the cushions of the sofa for the remote control. She dug it out and held it up triumphantly.
"Yes!"
Jubilee changed channels frantically, and they both breathed a sigh of relief.
"Woah. That was close." Logan said, shaking his head.
"Yeah."
And that was how they got to know each other. They say that opposites attract, and you couldn't get any more opposite than them. The perky, bubbly, sunny mall rat and the short, dark, hairy, and brooding Canadian cage fighter actually got on without one of them being stabbed and the other being showered with plasma.
Jubilee sighed wistfully over her soup as she remembered her "bonding session" with Logan the night before.
"Hey sugah, Ah thought Ah was the one who was meant to be all melancholy tonaht."
Rogue said, smiling at the unusually down friend next to her.
"Sorry," she said, lifting her goggles. "I'm just tired, that's all."
"Oh. Well you must be, `cause you weren't in our room this morning when Ah woke up."
Jubilee shifted uncomfortably. For some obscure reason, she didn't want Rogue to know that she spent the night with Logan, even if all they had done was talk. "Um, ah, I was... at the library, studying."
Rogue smiled. "Sugah, you were never good at lahing, even when you were fully awake. You spent the naht with Remy, didn't you?"
Jubilee beamed at Rogue. "Yep! I mean, yeah." She added, trying to act ashamed. "But don't tell anyone, okay? Don't even ask him."
Her friend grinned. "You can count on me, sugah," she winked and turned around. "Oh, Remy!"
"NO!" Jubilee lunged for Rogue and clapped her hand over her friend's mouth, momentarily forgetting her mutation.
"Shit!" Rogue stumbled backwards and fell off her seat, Jubilee and herself landing in a tangled heap on the floor. "Shit Jubilee! Ah could have killed you!"
Jubilee stared in amazement at trembling hands. Her yellow gloves with the fingertips cut off covered them. "Shit." She whispered. "Shit." She said louder. "Shit!" Jubilee repeated, laughing. She stood up, and danced a little jig. "Shit! I am the luckiest girl in the world!" She reached down and pulled up Rogue, oblivious to the stares from the rest of the dining hall directed at her. Jubilee turned around, suddenly noticing the silence around her.
"What the hell are you all staring at? I'm alive!" She hugged her stunned friend.
Rogue was shaking. "That was too close Jubes," she whispered. Then a grin appeared on her face as she started laughing too. They both sat back down on their chairs as noise started to refill the hall. Shit. Jubilee thought. I am one lucky bitch.
To be continued???
Author's note: I know it's a crappy ending, but I'm not sure if I should continue writing this, so I have to get some feedback first.
Author: Jade Feather
Email: beldin_the_hunchback@hotmail.com
Rating: PG-13 for a bit of swearing. I don't do smut.
Summery: Jubilee is in love, but will she realise it before too late?
Category: L/J, romance.
Feedback: PLEASE! If you think this is crap, please tell me. But if it isn't, please don't flame me for the fun of it. Compliments are welcome.
Disclaimer: All the people who think I own the X-men are dumbasses.
Notes: I know that everybody is in love with the idea of Marie and Logan, but I've gotten sick of them. Plus I like Jubilee better. So there. I also know that Bardot is an evil brainless entity, but I liked the lyrics, so I put it in. By the way, this is my first serious fanfic, so be nice.
Picture walking, a dusty road
Summer breeze on my body flows
Dreaming of a blue horizon
Meet me where the sun is shining
He's coming for my love
He's the one I'm thinking of
Let me show you what I mean
We'll be living in a dream
Can't stop thinking about your love
Light shining down on my whole life
Wanting you to stay
I know that love will find a way
Each night I stare into the stars
Each night I wonder where you are
I know that love will find a way
Secret paradise at rainbow's end
There in the distance we meet again
Have you been on your best behaviour
We can talk about it later
He's coming for my love
He's the one I'm thinking of
Let me show you what I mean
We'll be living in a dream
Can't stop thinking about your love
Light shining down on my whole life
Wanting you to stay
I know that love will find a way
Each night I stare into the stars
I wonder where you are
I know that love will find a way
We will find
Love this time
Shining down
Each night I stare into the stars
I wonder where you are
Can't stop thinking about your love
Light shining down on my whole life
Wanting you to stay
I know that love will find a way
Each night I stare into the stars
I wonder where you are
I know that love will find a way
Love will find a way
Bardot
She watched him leave. She watched him give Rogue the tags, she saw the sad look on his face disappear, replaced by mischievous grin as he spotted Scott's bike. She watched him speed down the highway, never looking back. But most of all, she felt the tug at her heart as he left. But she ignored it. She just thought it was another infatuation. Another guy who had left her life without looking back. What slightly female thing wouldn't look at Logan, the Wolverine without swooning at his feet?
Me. That's who. Jubilee thought. I mean, he's old, he's hairy and he dresses like a Canadian hillbilly.
She sighed and got up from where she was sitting at the window just in time to see Rogue enter the room with a sad look on her face. Jubilee assumed her caring best friend face and opened her arms. Suddenly Rogue's brave expression faltered and she sobbed, stumbling blindly into her best friends arms.
"He's gone! Gone, Jubes! He's gone! He's- he's - " At this Rogue bust into tears for the fifth time in a row onto Jubilees best yellow jacket.
"Sssh. It's okay honey. He'll be back." Jubilee said reassuringly to the sobbing girl buried in her jacket, and half to herself as well, stroking Rogue's back.
Rogue extracted her head from Jubilee's shoulder and smiled, sniffling and wiping her eyes. "Yeah. You're right. Ah mean, Ah've only known him for whaht, forty-eight hours? It's nothing."
Jubilee's eyes caught a glint of light reflecting off Rogue's neck. She lifted up the dog tags and looked at them. "What're these?" she said, pretending she hadn't seen them before, hadn't been watching them.
Rogue smiled sadly, her expression almost proud. "They're Logan's dog tags. He gave them to me as a sort of promise that he'd come back some day."
Jubilee stepped back, gripping her friend's shoulders. "There. See? He's coming back." She gave Rogue a good shake. Now don't you worry. Old Wolvie's comin' back from lake Alkali someday, even if your best friend, Jubilation Lee, Jubilee, the SuperJ, has to go and drag his Canadian hillbilly ass back here to you. Now let's go get some lunch, coz' I'm starving." Her face assumed it's famous "I'm so chirpy it's depressing" look, and she dragged Rogue over to the dining hall.
THE NIGHT BEFORE
Jubilee padded softly into the dimly lit kitchen. She opened the fridge to find, to her joy, a six pack of beer. "Yes!" she exulted. She had late night television, all the beer she wanted, and no one, not even the pansy-assed Cyclops, to tell her she was underage and she wasn't allowed alcohol. With a happy sigh she flopped down onto the couch and switched on the TV. She sat back, opened her can and tipped it back.
"Aren't you a little young to be drinking that?"
"Yaaah!" she yelped, showering herself with frothy beer. She glared into the darkness at the other end of the couch. "What the hell?" And there was Logan, without a shirt.
At least she thought it was Logan. It wasn't too hard to recognise him, since Rogue had described him in perfect detail from his weird sideburns down to his toenails. The television casted flickering light over his very well muscled chest. His very bare well muscled chest.
Her jaw hit the floor.
"Oh my god," she breathed. He quirked an eyebrow at her.
"What?"
Oh shit. Great going Jubes. He has sensitive hearing, remember? "Nothing." She said, embarrassed. "And I'll drink what I like."
He shrugged. "It's your liver."
There was a long pause. Jubilee, who could only take so much silence, coughed awkwardly. "So... You're the guy who saved Rogue."
There was a long silence at the other end of the couch. "Yep."
"You know, she really likes you." She blurted out. "Sorry, I - "
"It's fine."
"Right." She paused. "You're not one to talk much, are ya Wolvie?"
He glared at her. "Excuse me?"
"I said, `You're not one to talk much, are ya, Wolvie?'" She said it slowly, as if he was stupid.
"Wolvie?!" He spluttered. "Wolvie?!"
"Well, you're called the Wolverine, aren't ya? So you're Wolvie." God, this guy was slow.
She heard him swearing to himself and grinned. This night was turning out better than she had thought.
"Look kid, no one calls me Wolvie." He scowled at her.
"And I ain't your kid. So deal with it."
He frowned. "Look, aren't you scared of me? You know, Grrr, it's bad-assed Wolverine?"
She smiled at him cheerfully. "Nope." She paused. "So, like, you were a cage fighter?"
"Yep."
They both paused and turned to the television, just in time to see Tim Curry singing "Sweet Transvestite" on The Rocky Horror Picture Show.
"Yaaahh!' Jubilee screamed.
"That's flippin' disgusting." Logan said in revulsion.
"Get a room for you and your sick mind man!" she yelled at gyrating figure on the television, throwing cheetos at the screen.
She searched frantically in the cushions of the sofa for the remote control. She dug it out and held it up triumphantly.
"Yes!"
Jubilee changed channels frantically, and they both breathed a sigh of relief.
"Woah. That was close." Logan said, shaking his head.
"Yeah."
And that was how they got to know each other. They say that opposites attract, and you couldn't get any more opposite than them. The perky, bubbly, sunny mall rat and the short, dark, hairy, and brooding Canadian cage fighter actually got on without one of them being stabbed and the other being showered with plasma.
Jubilee sighed wistfully over her soup as she remembered her "bonding session" with Logan the night before.
"Hey sugah, Ah thought Ah was the one who was meant to be all melancholy tonaht."
Rogue said, smiling at the unusually down friend next to her.
"Sorry," she said, lifting her goggles. "I'm just tired, that's all."
"Oh. Well you must be, `cause you weren't in our room this morning when Ah woke up."
Jubilee shifted uncomfortably. For some obscure reason, she didn't want Rogue to know that she spent the night with Logan, even if all they had done was talk. "Um, ah, I was... at the library, studying."
Rogue smiled. "Sugah, you were never good at lahing, even when you were fully awake. You spent the naht with Remy, didn't you?"
Jubilee beamed at Rogue. "Yep! I mean, yeah." She added, trying to act ashamed. "But don't tell anyone, okay? Don't even ask him."
Her friend grinned. "You can count on me, sugah," she winked and turned around. "Oh, Remy!"
"NO!" Jubilee lunged for Rogue and clapped her hand over her friend's mouth, momentarily forgetting her mutation.
"Shit!" Rogue stumbled backwards and fell off her seat, Jubilee and herself landing in a tangled heap on the floor. "Shit Jubilee! Ah could have killed you!"
Jubilee stared in amazement at trembling hands. Her yellow gloves with the fingertips cut off covered them. "Shit." She whispered. "Shit." She said louder. "Shit!" Jubilee repeated, laughing. She stood up, and danced a little jig. "Shit! I am the luckiest girl in the world!" She reached down and pulled up Rogue, oblivious to the stares from the rest of the dining hall directed at her. Jubilee turned around, suddenly noticing the silence around her.
"What the hell are you all staring at? I'm alive!" She hugged her stunned friend.
Rogue was shaking. "That was too close Jubes," she whispered. Then a grin appeared on her face as she started laughing too. They both sat back down on their chairs as noise started to refill the hall. Shit. Jubilee thought. I am one lucky bitch.
To be continued???
Author's note: I know it's a crappy ending, but I'm not sure if I should continue writing this, so I have to get some feedback first.