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Authors Note: This plot bunny attacked me last night so I had to write it. It starts out as a Jubilee story(angst etc) and it's going to involve one other X-man. I've the the whole story wrote (3 chapter) and if this gets a good response I'll write a sequel to it. An idea already formed and I can't stop it, ahhhhh!
*Ahem* Now on with the story.
She felt like she was sinking deeper and deeper under and no matter how much she called for help they never came. Trying to tell them she drowning they just thought she was waving for help and they would wave back smiling. None of them cared. None of them noticed her changing state of emotions. Not even her partner in crime Bobby noticed that she no longer got the same kick out of pulling pranks on one eye.
Jubilee continued to stalk angrily down the hall.
Some nights she woke up having to muffle her screams not knowing where she was. The Mansion which had once seemed so safe filled her full of fear. It was too big and she got lost too easily. No one noticed her self-inflicted isolation. Sometimes she felt like she was standing in a dark room, she could still here their voices drifting over, snatching parts of the conversation for herself but she was never truly part.
She sighed softly maybe this just wasn't her home anymore. Maybe she needed to leave and find out who she was now. Lost in her thoughts she didn't see anyone else in the corridor until her nose connected with a well-toned body.
"Ouch! Will ya watch where you're going." She snapped.
She looked up to see Remy's red on black eyes stare back down at her. She had thought he was away on a mission and didn't know that he had come back. Well of course she didn't know he was back. No one bothered tell her anything.
Remy didn't miss the flicker of anger pause briefly over her face and then fade away to be replaced by a weariness he had never seen before on Jubilees face. One he had never hoped to see.
"You ok chere?" His eyes were searching her face intently and Jubilee forced herself to look straight back at him.
This didn't sound the same as the usual harried question she got. Which was more of a greeting than anything else and she always had the same well-prepared answer for them that never got much of response. One day they were going to ask her and she was going to tell them and keep telling them. Then she would like to see how they reacted.
She glanced at him wondering wheater or not she should tell him. Then she shook herself mentally. He's just been nice, he's just been Remy.
So instead she used her well-rehearsed answer. "I'll be fine."
She went to move out of his way and keep walking. When his words stopped her.
"Want to talk about it chere?"
How she longed to tell someone about it without them judging her or saying that she'll get over it. How she had wanted to hear someone say that to her so she could be told that it was going to be all right. But she had never expected Remy to ask her that.
"I-" Suddenly she felt very shy, how did she know this would be different."
"I-. No it's alright." While saying that she hadn't realised she was nodding her head.
Remy picked up on the confusion inside her, the immense hurt and pain. "No it's not alrig't Jubilee. Dats not what your body language is tellin' me."
Jubilee looked up at him the confusion evident in her eyes.
"Want to talk about dis in the garden? There's too many ears in here."
Jubilee wanted to hug him with relief. Stopping herself when she remembered who it was talking to her. She had had fantasies about him when she was 16, it used to be hard to speak to him without turning to a gibbering mountain of slush. Yet here she was about to confide in him all her demons.
Remy smiled suddenly seeing a bit of the old Jubilee he knew creep back into her face and he sensed her sudden embarrassment. This was the Jubilee he remembered. Somehow he felt this was all that was left of her.
End of Chapter one.
So what did you think? Should I continue with it? Sorry about Gambits accent. It's hard to write and it makes word sick. :)
Authors Note: This plot bunny attacked me last night so I had to write it. It starts out as a Jubilee story(angst etc) and it's going to involve one other X-man. I've the the whole story wrote (3 chapter) and if this gets a good response I'll write a sequel to it. An idea already formed and I can't stop it, ahhhhh!
*Ahem* Now on with the story.
She felt like she was sinking deeper and deeper under and no matter how much she called for help they never came. Trying to tell them she drowning they just thought she was waving for help and they would wave back smiling. None of them cared. None of them noticed her changing state of emotions. Not even her partner in crime Bobby noticed that she no longer got the same kick out of pulling pranks on one eye.
Jubilee continued to stalk angrily down the hall.
Some nights she woke up having to muffle her screams not knowing where she was. The Mansion which had once seemed so safe filled her full of fear. It was too big and she got lost too easily. No one noticed her self-inflicted isolation. Sometimes she felt like she was standing in a dark room, she could still here their voices drifting over, snatching parts of the conversation for herself but she was never truly part.
She sighed softly maybe this just wasn't her home anymore. Maybe she needed to leave and find out who she was now. Lost in her thoughts she didn't see anyone else in the corridor until her nose connected with a well-toned body.
"Ouch! Will ya watch where you're going." She snapped.
She looked up to see Remy's red on black eyes stare back down at her. She had thought he was away on a mission and didn't know that he had come back. Well of course she didn't know he was back. No one bothered tell her anything.
Remy didn't miss the flicker of anger pause briefly over her face and then fade away to be replaced by a weariness he had never seen before on Jubilees face. One he had never hoped to see.
"You ok chere?" His eyes were searching her face intently and Jubilee forced herself to look straight back at him.
This didn't sound the same as the usual harried question she got. Which was more of a greeting than anything else and she always had the same well-prepared answer for them that never got much of response. One day they were going to ask her and she was going to tell them and keep telling them. Then she would like to see how they reacted.
She glanced at him wondering wheater or not she should tell him. Then she shook herself mentally. He's just been nice, he's just been Remy.
So instead she used her well-rehearsed answer. "I'll be fine."
She went to move out of his way and keep walking. When his words stopped her.
"Want to talk about it chere?"
How she longed to tell someone about it without them judging her or saying that she'll get over it. How she had wanted to hear someone say that to her so she could be told that it was going to be all right. But she had never expected Remy to ask her that.
"I-" Suddenly she felt very shy, how did she know this would be different."
"I-. No it's alright." While saying that she hadn't realised she was nodding her head.
Remy picked up on the confusion inside her, the immense hurt and pain. "No it's not alrig't Jubilee. Dats not what your body language is tellin' me."
Jubilee looked up at him the confusion evident in her eyes.
"Want to talk about dis in the garden? There's too many ears in here."
Jubilee wanted to hug him with relief. Stopping herself when she remembered who it was talking to her. She had had fantasies about him when she was 16, it used to be hard to speak to him without turning to a gibbering mountain of slush. Yet here she was about to confide in him all her demons.
Remy smiled suddenly seeing a bit of the old Jubilee he knew creep back into her face and he sensed her sudden embarrassment. This was the Jubilee he remembered. Somehow he felt this was all that was left of her.
End of Chapter one.
So what did you think? Should I continue with it? Sorry about Gambits accent. It's hard to write and it makes word sick. :)