Title: On The Rocks

Author: Me, 'Netlady' or 'Netsie'

Summary: Wolverine and Jubilee are sent to prison, with no memory of how they got there or why. They are sentenced to death - until Wolverine catches the merciful eye of Lady Yvanka.

Rating: M

Pairing(s): Wolverine/Jubilee

Feedback: Please leave feedback! It helps me write better.

Characters: Wolverine and Jubilee from Marvel comics. Also other Marvel characters.

Betas: No Betas.

Author's notes: This is the watered-down version than the one on the adult fanfic website. It is rated M for a reason. If you don't like violence and bad language, then don't read this.

Disclaimer: X-Men and Generation-X are the property of Marvel Comics and are being used without permission. I am not making any money. I'm not that lucky.

"On the Rocks"

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Wolverine awoke and slowly sat up, his hands cradling his head as he did so. He tried to shake away the fog that clouded his mind, but it remained, causing a dull ache behind his eyes.

He couldn't make out where he was - he was having trouble seeing. Either the room was incredibly dark or there was something seriously wrong with him - and the way his head was pounding and his body ached, he was almost sure that it was the latter. He moaned quietly, trying to keep his voice down. Who knows what else - or who else - was nearby. His head hurt so badly. Fuck, what did he drink last night?

The darkness of the room covered him like a heavy, damp blanket. The room even smelled like a damp blanket. He sniffed sleepily. Oddly enough, he couldn't catch any other scent in the room - no person, no objects, no metal, no stone, just wet blanket. Usually there was always a maryad of smells for him to work through. Strange that there would only be just one.

His joints ached, and he began to feel worse as time went on. "Nnnuh," he muttered and fell beck into the dingy, gross puddle frome whence he woke up in. Every part of him felt so heavy and hot, as if he had fallen ill.

He swallowed, his mouth dry. He hadn't had something to drink for a while, he could tell. Just how long was he unconscious? He wondered if any fresh water was nearby. The stagnant water nearby looked and smelled nasty - that was probably where the wet blanket smell came from - he wouldn't dare touch it.

He closed his eyes and let his body relax - there being nothing better to do for the time being - hoping his healing factor would kick in soon. Whatever had happened to him, he would have to figure it out after he recouperated.

Jubilee was in the same room, only she hadn't awakened yet. She was awake now, however, and Logan was across the room, still unconscious. She didn't even know he was there, quiet as he was in breathing.

Why Wolverine didn't hear or smell her in the first place was anyone's guess. Still, she was there, and she felt incredibly dirty - her clothes stuck to her body, the sticky puddle she and Wolverine had fallen in made great glue once dried. She moaned, holding her head in her hands. Where the hell was she? She sucked in air and coughed. It stunk in here, like damp mold. She could hear water dripping nearby.

She looked up and grunted in pain. Her head hurt, and she felt as if she was deep underwater. Every time she moved, she felt the pressure in her head increase painfully. She caught sight of dingy metal bars above her, and she understood instantly where she was.

"Oh, just my flippin' luck." She hugged herself tightly. Dark, dingy cages. Those were always fun.

"It's so dark in here," Jubilee mumbled sadly, sticking her finger out. "Let's see what else is in this room. I'd die to see a box of pizza in here." The room lit up with dazzling sparks.

She immediately caught sight of a closed of a sewer grate, stagnant water, and a ledge that she sat on, the sticky puddle being grayish green in color. There was a skeleton half submerged in the water. "Oh, Gross!"

Wolverine awoke immediately, jumping to his feet in surprise. "What the-!" He was suddenly blinded by fireworks. "Cripes, Jubilee!" He shouted, and then the sparks fizzled away.

"Wolvie!" She shouted, surprised to see him here, turning around and running to him. She was going to hug him until he began to teeter on his feet. She grabbed him by the shoulders, trying to steady him. The slippery-when-wet, sticky-when-dry puddle made her slip under his weight, and she found herself crushed under 300 pounds of hairy muscle.

"Gaack!" Get off me!" She shouted, and he rolled over.

"Sorry darlin, -nnh-, not sure why I can't -nnh-, stand up." He collapsed in a bauble of exhausted flesh beside her, mouth slack with fatigue. Why hadn't his healing factor kicked in yet? "Not sure why I ain't healed yet," he whispered, feeling himself slip away into the world of dreams. "Feel ... so...drugged..." He whispered so quietly that Jubilee didn't hear, and then he was gone.

"Well, I still have my sparks," She said to the unconscious Wolverine, not realizing he had passed out. She lifted her hands to the metal bars above her. Sparks only fizzled for a moment, then died.

Her eyes widened. "No!" She gasped, taking off her yellow gloves. She tried to use her fireworks again. Nothing. "Nothing, nothing!" She began to panic. "I can't stand being in here without my fireworks! It's too dark!" She turned to look at Wolverine, it being too dark for her to see his face.

"Wolvie? Wolvie!" She shouted, shaking him. She began to panic. The walls began to move. She could hear squeaking in the darker corners of the room. She could only imagine what was lurking there, waiting for the best moment to attack her. They sounded a lot like rats. Hungry rats.

Suddenly she had trouble breathing. He heart began to race.

"Wake up, Wolvie! Don't leave me here in the dark! Wolvie! Can you hear me?" She shook him. "Don't leave me alone!"

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Shortly after Wolverine lost consciousness, Jubilee began to panic. Her airways closed. She began gasping. She could see them - Oh, god, there were hundreds of rats - all gnashing their monstrous teeth at her. Some grew ugly claws and jumped for her.

"Aaaah!" She screamed, trying to produce paffs to defend herself. They crawled over her, tangling their dingy bodies in her hair and crawling into her sleeves. She felt their teeth sink into her flesh.

Some of the rats crawled over Wolverine, too, chewing on his fingers. "Stop it! Leave him alone!" She slapped at the rats, but they weren't concerned with her. They wanted food, and they continued to chew on him, as if they hadn't eaten in days. One managed to sever a finger off his hand. She shrieked.

"Don't! stop eating him, please!" How could she be so panicked and so tired at the same time? She felt light-headed, so light-headed that she couldn't stand anymore.

She collapsed next to him, unable to hold herself upright. She watched as the rats closed in on her, crawling over her face, long, hairless tails dragging across her body. Their whiskeres tickled her skin, and she could feel them chewing away at her flesh.

"Uuunnngh," She tried to squeal, to maybe wake Wolverine up or to scare the rats away, but her scream came out as an exhausted whimper, barely audible. Suddenly she couldn't move at all.

Her vision began to blur, the last thing she saw was a particularly vicious looking rat ripping off one of her fingernails.

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Jubilee woke up screaming. Rats! Her fingers! She instinctively began slapping her body, trying to shake off any rats that may have remained on her. She glanced down at her hands in fear - her eyes only barely able to make out anything in the dark.

She felt her fingers, all ten of them, all of her fingernails in place and without a scratch. But they ripped off her fingernails! How could they be back!

And where did the rats go! They chewed off Wolverine's fingers and - Wolverine! Where was he?

How could he get through life without his fingers? Tears streamed down her face from the stress, and she began to gasp. Without warning, strong arms emerged from the darkness behind her, enveloping her in a strong hug.

"Shhh," Came the low, gravely voice that she knew so well. "I'm here, I'll protect ya." She instantly reached for his hands, feeling for his fingers. Yup, all ten were there. "What are ya doin'?"

"Oh, Wolvie! It was terrible!" She cried. "I saw them chew off your fingers, and I tried to stop them but my powers aren't working, and-"

"Chew off my fingers?"

"The rats!"

"Rats?" He sniffed. "I don't smell any rats, or hear them. Course, my sniffer is just about as good as yours is, now. I lost mine too, kid. Healin' factor and all."

She touched his fingers again, unable to understand. "But, they did chew them off. I saw them." She pressed her tear-streaked cheek against his fingers. She felt him wiggle them under her cheek. "They're all there, Jubilee. You had a bad trip."

"Trip? You mean I was-?" She sniffed and looked up at him, trying to make his face out of the darkness. She managed to catch sight of his upper lip but nothing else.

"Yeah. You wouldn't believe the nightmares I was seein' earlier." He glanced up at the metal bars and sighed. "That's about fifty feet above us. There ain't no way we're getting outta here."

Jubilee looked up. It was like looking up a chimney - a dark chute made of stone. At the top of the chute were metal bars. "Couldn't you use your claws to climb up?"

"Tried that already. The bars are adamantium, so I can't cut through them. Plus there's something real slimy up there that makes climbing with my claws a bit difficult." He leaned back on the wall and closed his eyes. "Looks like we're at the mercy of whoever stuck us down here."

"Oh happy-happy joy-joy." She mumbled, trying to ignore the dull ache in her chest. She put a hand over the pulsing, hot area and closed her eyes.

"Chest hurt?"

She nodded. Wolverine put a hand over his own breast where it ached, three inches above his left nipple. "Mine too."

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They were startled awake by a large ogre-looking man. He had grabbed Wlverine, who was two-thirds the giant's size, and flung the comparitively small mutant through a door in the wall they didn't even know was there until now. Jubilee had tried to help - but really, what could she do without her powers against a giant?

Another man, also large and heavily muscled, grabbed Jubilee by her yellow coat and ripped it off of her. "You won't be needing coats where you're going." He then grabbed her by the shoulders. She did the only thing she could think of - she squeazed out of his grasp and bit him, then tried to run through the door.

There was another man waiting for her outside. Apparently, the guards had learned through experience that the newbies always tried to escape the first time, and never tried to escape again after. All they had to do was make sure enough guards were nearby to prevent escape.

"No!" She shouted upon seeing the guard, and she tried to slide underneath the man's legs. He had apparently seen that move before. He sat on her just as she slid underneath him, rendering her immobile.

Wolverine didn't have a healing factor to recover from the massive blow he took from the giant. He staggered to his feet and punched the man in the stomach, popping his claws at just the right moment. He was lucky he hit the man at all, since the impact with the wall rendered him temporarily blind. He may get an infection from the dirty place - but an infection was worth it if he could escape.

Wolverine felt hot blood flow across his fist. He raked his claws downwards before he stabbed with his left, removing his right from the man's gut.

The giant quickly grabbed Wolverine's right fist, holding it in place, then he pulled out Logan's left from his flank. The little man was incredibly strong, but he was much stronger. He didn't even flinch when Wolverine stabbed him. And just as quickly as he was stabbed, he healed.

He grabbed Wolverine by the scruff of the neck. "Bad move, pretty," and with a massive fist, punched his lights out.

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