Title: Blading
Author: Somogyi
Email: somogyi02@yahoo.com
Archive: Sure, just please ask first
Rating: PG
Summary:Wolverine lost his adamantium and resigned from the X-team.
What's a sidekick to do? Jubilee deals with Wolverine's absence.
Disclaimer: Jubilee, Wolverine, and all other featured characters are property of Marvel
Entertainment. Some dialogue taken from Wolverine #75, by Larry Hama. Characters
are used without permission and no profit is being made.
Notes: This is my first time posting a story. Any comments and/or criticisms would be
welcomed. The story features Jubilee and takes place after Wolverine left the
team (following the loss of his adamantium) and before she joined Generation X.
*****
Blading
by Somogyi
somogyi02@yahoo.com
It was a beautiful spring morning. A slight breeze caressed the trees and
flowers lovingly, making the air crisp and cool. The sun pierced through the few
clouds that floated in the bright sky, and shone through one of the second-story
windows of the mansion that stood at 1407 Graymalkin Lane, in Salem Center,
Westchester County. The teenager who occupied the room was fast asleep when the
beam of light traveled across the room and landed on her bed.
She stirred, and rolled over. The light fell across her face. Her nose twitched
and then her eyelids fluttered before she reluctantly opened her eyes and
greeted the new day.
Yawning, she sat up, running her fingers through her short-cropped black hair.
She then stretched her arms over her head and looked around the room groggily.
Her eyes stopped at the window when she caught sight of the deep blue sky.
Eyes widened and mouth curled in an enormous grin, she jumped out of bed and
hurried to the window. Pushing it open, she stuck her head out and took a deep
breath.
"Perfect!" she exclaimed, pulling her head back inside.
She dressed quickly, putting on jeans and a sweat shirt. Before she left, she
walked over to the mirror.
"Can't very well go anywhere without my shades," she said, watching her
reflection as she put them on top of her head. "Tres cool, or what?" Smiling,
she grabbed her blades, slung them over her shoulder, and left the room.
She scampered down the stairs and, upon reaching the first floor, made her way
to the front door.
"Getta load'a that air!" Closing her eyes, she inhaled deeply. "An' those killer
rays!" She pulled her sunglasses down over her eyes. "Definitely a perfect day
to go blading!"
Sitting down on the steps, she put on her roller blades and laced them up. Then,
being sure her sunglasses were secure, she skated away.
She loved to go blading. It were as though the skates were made for her. Not
only had she mastered using them--the natural agility and sense of balance she
had developed during her years of gymnastics training obviously contributing to
her skill with the blades--but she also loved to use them. Whenever she wanted
to be alone, all she had to do was put them on and go wherever her legs took
her.
It was a great feeling. With the wind blowing in her face, the adrenaline
flooding her veins, her heart pounding, her blood racing, and every muscle
straining to go faster and faster, she felt truly alive. She was exhilarated
when she pushed herself to the limit. Not only could she keep in shape, honing
her agility to the peak of perfection, but she could also prove that she
controlled her body, and that it never got the best of her.
Blading also gave her the perfect opportunity to think. With no one around to
bother her, there was no way for her to be told what to do or what to say or
what to think. There was no one there to tell her what she should be feeling. No
one there. She was alone . . .
Hot tears filled her eyes.
*No!* she thought defiantly. *You promised yourself you wouldn't do this! Why
now? It's been weeks since it happened. Why should it get to you now?*
She increased her speed, trying to leave the thoughts behind. But, try as she
might, she could not; they would always be there.
"I ain't hardly the best any longer. I am just a liability to the rest of the
team. I should retire my pinstripes before I get traded to the minors."
The words burned at her heart.
*Why did he have to do it?* she thought angrily, moving her legs more quickly.
*We were best buds! I could've helped him!*
She skated faster and faster. Beads of sweat formed on her forehead. Her legs
began to throb with pain. She wanted to collapse, but still she pushed on, never
yielding, straining herself to near the breaking point.
"I understand that you are going through a difficult time right now. I wish I
could be here for you, but it just cannot be."
*Yeah, right! After all I've done for you, Wolvie: I saved you from the Reavers
an' nursed you back to health. I fought by your side 'gainst creeps like Omega
Red an' Sabretooth. Hell, I even put up with your stinkin' macho poop! An'
whaddaya do? You cop out on me! You go an' leave me all alone! Is that how you
show your gratitude? Is that how you show your lo--* "OWWW!"
Her foot struck a rock and she flew several yards across the road. She reached
out her arms, flailing them wildly, in an attempt to slow her fall. All she
succeeded in doing, however, was ripping her jeans and skinning her knee as she
hit the ground hard.
At first, she did not move. She just lay there silently, unmoving. Then the
tears came.
It was not the physical pain that made her weep, but her emotional agony. Her
heart ached. All the hurt and anger that had been pent up inside her for the
past weeks finally found its way to the surface. Her body racked with sobs.
"Why, Logan? Why?" she moaned, raising her head and staring out at the road
through tear-filled eyes. "Why d-did you go? Why d-didn't you st-stay an' let me
h-help you? We c-coulda s-seen our w-way through this--together--l-like we
always d-did. W-Why'd you h-have ta g-g-go an' . . . an' . . . ."
". . . and leave you behind?"
The words echoed hollowly in her mind. Though she would never admit it, she
found it comforting to hear the familiar voice. She looked up at the red-haired
woman who had unexpectedly appeared.
"Because he needed some time alone to mend, and to sort things out in his head,"
the woman explained.
As of late, the girl had been coming to rely on her a great deal. She did not
like to have to depend on anyone--especially not now, since the last person she
had come to trust went away, just like all the others. Opening herself up was
difficult, and although deep down she truly desired the help, she could not stop
herself from lashing out.
"What are you doing here, Jean?" she snapped, the words harsher than she had
intended.
"I was out for a morning jog when I saw you skate by. You looked upset. Jubilee,
talk to me. I want to help."
The teenager hesitated. It seemed as though every person she had come to care
about had left her. First her parents, then Logan. What if she got close to
Jean, too? Would Jean leave her, as the rest did? She did not want to be hurt
again. But, right now, the last thing she wanted--or needed, for that matter--
was to be alone.
"Why, Jean?" she cried out abruptly. "Why'd he leave? Didn't . . . Didn't he . .
. love me?" The final words caught in her throat as a fresh set of tears
streamed down her cheeks. She sobbed despairingly, burying her face in her
hands.
Suddenly, Jean was kneeling beside her, holding the girl in her arms.
"Of course he loved you, Jubilee," she assured her as she gently stroked her
back. "He cared about you a great deal--he still does. But there was nothing
you--nothing *any* of us--could do to help him. This was something he had to do
by himself. As hard as that is for us to understand, we have to respect his
wishes."
Jubilee wept for what seemed to be an eternity. Eventually, the sobs came less
and less frequently until the tears stopped flowing entirely.
Slowly, she pulled away, wiping her cheeks with the back of her hands.
"I-I'm sorry I lost it like that."
"There's nothing to apologize for, kiddo. You didn't do anything wrong. I would
have been worried if you didn't let your feeling out like this sooner or later."
"Yeah, I guess," she whispered, looking down at the ground.
"I sense a 'but' coming on. What is it? What else is bothering you?"
"I know this sounds really stupid an' all, but, Jean, is it selfish of me? To
feel like he abandoned me, I mean? After all, *he* was the one who was hurting."
"It's perfectly understandable, Jube. You know, I was a little upset that Logan
wasn't here for my wedding. I wished he could have been here for me, but I came
to realize that it just wasn't possible. That didn't make it hurt any less,
though. So I just told myself that wherever he was, he would be thinking about
us. And it worked, because I swear to you--I could feel his presence with us
that day. He was in our hearts and minds, even if he could not be there in
person.
"Honey, you had been alone so long before you met him. Logan was the first adult
to truly care about you since your parents' deaths. You two shared a special
bond. The pain from his leaving is to be expected. It's going to take some time
for *you* to heal, too."
She took Jubilee's hand in hers. "I'm here for you, kiddo. Whenever you need to
talk."
Jubilee blinked back tears, touched that Jean would confide in her. She felt
closer to Jean at that moment than she ever had before. And she felt an
overwhelming desire to return the gesture. "I've never told anyone this before,
but sometimes, when I get really sad, I wish my mom was still around, so I could
have someone to talk to 'bout things. I know that she can't be an' I'll always
miss her, but . . . well . . ." She paused a moment. "I'm glad you're here,
Jean. Thanks," she whispered, embracing her.
This time it was Jean's eyes which became misty. "Any time you need me, Jubilee,
I'm here. Remember that."
"I will," she said, nodding her head.
"What say we get beck to the mansion? We'll get you cleaned up and bandaged, and
get something to eat."
"Okay," Jubilee agreed, getting to her feet. She winced, barely able to bend her
injured knee.
"Here, lean on me," Jean said, helping her as they began the trek back toward
the house.
They walked in silence for a few moments. Jubilee was the first to speak. "Jean
. . . ?"
"Hmm?"
"Do you think that . . . do you think Wolvie . . . that he misses me?"
"As much as you miss him," she replied, putting her arm around Jubilee's
shoulders. "Don't worry, sweetie. He'll be back soon. You'll see."
"Think of me sometimes, and smile, because that is how I will always remember
you. And remember that I will always miss you more than you will ever know."
*I love you, Wolvster,* Jubilee thought with a smile. *Now and always.*
Finis
Author: Somogyi
Email: somogyi02@yahoo.com
Archive: Sure, just please ask first
Rating: PG
Summary:Wolverine lost his adamantium and resigned from the X-team.
What's a sidekick to do? Jubilee deals with Wolverine's absence.
Disclaimer: Jubilee, Wolverine, and all other featured characters are property of Marvel
Entertainment. Some dialogue taken from Wolverine #75, by Larry Hama. Characters
are used without permission and no profit is being made.
Notes: This is my first time posting a story. Any comments and/or criticisms would be
welcomed. The story features Jubilee and takes place after Wolverine left the
team (following the loss of his adamantium) and before she joined Generation X.
*****
Blading
by Somogyi
somogyi02@yahoo.com
It was a beautiful spring morning. A slight breeze caressed the trees and
flowers lovingly, making the air crisp and cool. The sun pierced through the few
clouds that floated in the bright sky, and shone through one of the second-story
windows of the mansion that stood at 1407 Graymalkin Lane, in Salem Center,
Westchester County. The teenager who occupied the room was fast asleep when the
beam of light traveled across the room and landed on her bed.
She stirred, and rolled over. The light fell across her face. Her nose twitched
and then her eyelids fluttered before she reluctantly opened her eyes and
greeted the new day.
Yawning, she sat up, running her fingers through her short-cropped black hair.
She then stretched her arms over her head and looked around the room groggily.
Her eyes stopped at the window when she caught sight of the deep blue sky.
Eyes widened and mouth curled in an enormous grin, she jumped out of bed and
hurried to the window. Pushing it open, she stuck her head out and took a deep
breath.
"Perfect!" she exclaimed, pulling her head back inside.
She dressed quickly, putting on jeans and a sweat shirt. Before she left, she
walked over to the mirror.
"Can't very well go anywhere without my shades," she said, watching her
reflection as she put them on top of her head. "Tres cool, or what?" Smiling,
she grabbed her blades, slung them over her shoulder, and left the room.
She scampered down the stairs and, upon reaching the first floor, made her way
to the front door.
"Getta load'a that air!" Closing her eyes, she inhaled deeply. "An' those killer
rays!" She pulled her sunglasses down over her eyes. "Definitely a perfect day
to go blading!"
Sitting down on the steps, she put on her roller blades and laced them up. Then,
being sure her sunglasses were secure, she skated away.
She loved to go blading. It were as though the skates were made for her. Not
only had she mastered using them--the natural agility and sense of balance she
had developed during her years of gymnastics training obviously contributing to
her skill with the blades--but she also loved to use them. Whenever she wanted
to be alone, all she had to do was put them on and go wherever her legs took
her.
It was a great feeling. With the wind blowing in her face, the adrenaline
flooding her veins, her heart pounding, her blood racing, and every muscle
straining to go faster and faster, she felt truly alive. She was exhilarated
when she pushed herself to the limit. Not only could she keep in shape, honing
her agility to the peak of perfection, but she could also prove that she
controlled her body, and that it never got the best of her.
Blading also gave her the perfect opportunity to think. With no one around to
bother her, there was no way for her to be told what to do or what to say or
what to think. There was no one there to tell her what she should be feeling. No
one there. She was alone . . .
Hot tears filled her eyes.
*No!* she thought defiantly. *You promised yourself you wouldn't do this! Why
now? It's been weeks since it happened. Why should it get to you now?*
She increased her speed, trying to leave the thoughts behind. But, try as she
might, she could not; they would always be there.
"I ain't hardly the best any longer. I am just a liability to the rest of the
team. I should retire my pinstripes before I get traded to the minors."
The words burned at her heart.
*Why did he have to do it?* she thought angrily, moving her legs more quickly.
*We were best buds! I could've helped him!*
She skated faster and faster. Beads of sweat formed on her forehead. Her legs
began to throb with pain. She wanted to collapse, but still she pushed on, never
yielding, straining herself to near the breaking point.
"I understand that you are going through a difficult time right now. I wish I
could be here for you, but it just cannot be."
*Yeah, right! After all I've done for you, Wolvie: I saved you from the Reavers
an' nursed you back to health. I fought by your side 'gainst creeps like Omega
Red an' Sabretooth. Hell, I even put up with your stinkin' macho poop! An'
whaddaya do? You cop out on me! You go an' leave me all alone! Is that how you
show your gratitude? Is that how you show your lo--* "OWWW!"
Her foot struck a rock and she flew several yards across the road. She reached
out her arms, flailing them wildly, in an attempt to slow her fall. All she
succeeded in doing, however, was ripping her jeans and skinning her knee as she
hit the ground hard.
At first, she did not move. She just lay there silently, unmoving. Then the
tears came.
It was not the physical pain that made her weep, but her emotional agony. Her
heart ached. All the hurt and anger that had been pent up inside her for the
past weeks finally found its way to the surface. Her body racked with sobs.
"Why, Logan? Why?" she moaned, raising her head and staring out at the road
through tear-filled eyes. "Why d-did you go? Why d-didn't you st-stay an' let me
h-help you? We c-coulda s-seen our w-way through this--together--l-like we
always d-did. W-Why'd you h-have ta g-g-go an' . . . an' . . . ."
". . . and leave you behind?"
The words echoed hollowly in her mind. Though she would never admit it, she
found it comforting to hear the familiar voice. She looked up at the red-haired
woman who had unexpectedly appeared.
"Because he needed some time alone to mend, and to sort things out in his head,"
the woman explained.
As of late, the girl had been coming to rely on her a great deal. She did not
like to have to depend on anyone--especially not now, since the last person she
had come to trust went away, just like all the others. Opening herself up was
difficult, and although deep down she truly desired the help, she could not stop
herself from lashing out.
"What are you doing here, Jean?" she snapped, the words harsher than she had
intended.
"I was out for a morning jog when I saw you skate by. You looked upset. Jubilee,
talk to me. I want to help."
The teenager hesitated. It seemed as though every person she had come to care
about had left her. First her parents, then Logan. What if she got close to
Jean, too? Would Jean leave her, as the rest did? She did not want to be hurt
again. But, right now, the last thing she wanted--or needed, for that matter--
was to be alone.
"Why, Jean?" she cried out abruptly. "Why'd he leave? Didn't . . . Didn't he . .
. love me?" The final words caught in her throat as a fresh set of tears
streamed down her cheeks. She sobbed despairingly, burying her face in her
hands.
Suddenly, Jean was kneeling beside her, holding the girl in her arms.
"Of course he loved you, Jubilee," she assured her as she gently stroked her
back. "He cared about you a great deal--he still does. But there was nothing
you--nothing *any* of us--could do to help him. This was something he had to do
by himself. As hard as that is for us to understand, we have to respect his
wishes."
Jubilee wept for what seemed to be an eternity. Eventually, the sobs came less
and less frequently until the tears stopped flowing entirely.
Slowly, she pulled away, wiping her cheeks with the back of her hands.
"I-I'm sorry I lost it like that."
"There's nothing to apologize for, kiddo. You didn't do anything wrong. I would
have been worried if you didn't let your feeling out like this sooner or later."
"Yeah, I guess," she whispered, looking down at the ground.
"I sense a 'but' coming on. What is it? What else is bothering you?"
"I know this sounds really stupid an' all, but, Jean, is it selfish of me? To
feel like he abandoned me, I mean? After all, *he* was the one who was hurting."
"It's perfectly understandable, Jube. You know, I was a little upset that Logan
wasn't here for my wedding. I wished he could have been here for me, but I came
to realize that it just wasn't possible. That didn't make it hurt any less,
though. So I just told myself that wherever he was, he would be thinking about
us. And it worked, because I swear to you--I could feel his presence with us
that day. He was in our hearts and minds, even if he could not be there in
person.
"Honey, you had been alone so long before you met him. Logan was the first adult
to truly care about you since your parents' deaths. You two shared a special
bond. The pain from his leaving is to be expected. It's going to take some time
for *you* to heal, too."
She took Jubilee's hand in hers. "I'm here for you, kiddo. Whenever you need to
talk."
Jubilee blinked back tears, touched that Jean would confide in her. She felt
closer to Jean at that moment than she ever had before. And she felt an
overwhelming desire to return the gesture. "I've never told anyone this before,
but sometimes, when I get really sad, I wish my mom was still around, so I could
have someone to talk to 'bout things. I know that she can't be an' I'll always
miss her, but . . . well . . ." She paused a moment. "I'm glad you're here,
Jean. Thanks," she whispered, embracing her.
This time it was Jean's eyes which became misty. "Any time you need me, Jubilee,
I'm here. Remember that."
"I will," she said, nodding her head.
"What say we get beck to the mansion? We'll get you cleaned up and bandaged, and
get something to eat."
"Okay," Jubilee agreed, getting to her feet. She winced, barely able to bend her
injured knee.
"Here, lean on me," Jean said, helping her as they began the trek back toward
the house.
They walked in silence for a few moments. Jubilee was the first to speak. "Jean
. . . ?"
"Hmm?"
"Do you think that . . . do you think Wolvie . . . that he misses me?"
"As much as you miss him," she replied, putting her arm around Jubilee's
shoulders. "Don't worry, sweetie. He'll be back soon. You'll see."
"Think of me sometimes, and smile, because that is how I will always remember
you. And remember that I will always miss you more than you will ever know."
*I love you, Wolvster,* Jubilee thought with a smile. *Now and always.*
Finis