Disclaimer: I don't own Wolvie and Jubes, but they'd be so cool to have wouldn't they?
A/N: I haven't written a Wolvie and Jubes team up yet, but I've been meaning too, so bear with me here. I also haven't posted any comic-based X-Men fics, so this'll be a first here too. And this is NOT gonna be a Wolvie/Jubes romance. It's just a short partnership fic. Takes place in the earlier Wolverine comics. Enjoy.
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We're A Team Right?
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"Wolvieeeeeee!"
Logan turned around slowly, his vision was blurred with a red haze that he had come to know as his infamous berserker rage. A figure appeared before him, small and quick, with the voice of a worried young girl. Jubilee.
She wrapped her small arms around his muscular neck and held on for dear life. His clothes were torn to shreds, and so was he. There were a few dead and bloodied bodies on the floor, red stained swords beside them.
Logan let his arms hang loosely by his sides and he retracted his sharp adamantium claws back in their housings in his forearms. The red haze was fading and he was remembering where he was and what happened. Madripoor. The Princess Bar. A bar in which he owned half a share. A place in which he was known by everyone as Patch. Logan wrapped his arms gently around the tiny frame that would not let go of him. "Jubes?"
Jubilee pushed away from him slowly, offering a sad smile. "C'mon, you need to chill for awhile 'kay? You're all torn up." She gently took his large hand in hers and began leading him out of the bar.
In coming out of his berserker state, Logan was now beginning to feel the pain of his wounds. He noticed he had been bleeding quite alot, and remembered being stabbed several times by the men with swords. Who were they again? Oh right, they must have been a couple of one of the many drug lord's lackeys after him for screwing up one of their cocaine deliveries.
Not really paying attention to what was going on, Logan put all his trust in Jubilee to take them somewhere safe where he could heal up.
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The next thing Logan remembered was lying on a bed while being patched up by Jubilee. The wounds burned as the flesh started to slowly knit itself together. He had really pushed his healing factor this time. Not really unusual, considering what he did alot day to day. He leaned forward, craning his neck slightly. "Where...are we Jube?"
Jubilee half smiled, gently pushing his head back to the pillow. "A hotel room. Tyger Tiger wanted to thank you for taking care of those creepazoids. She got us this place to hang remember?"
Logan grunted. "Nope."
Jubilee sighed after she finished bandaging him up. "You gotta stop doin' this to yourself Wolvie." She took a seat next to him on the bed and stared out toward the balcony.
He opened one eye and smirked. "Ya make it sound like I enjoy this. B'sides, I got you ta take care o' me Jube."
She rolled her eyes, grinning to herself, then looked at Logan seriously. "Hey...you an' me Wolvie, we're a team right?"
Logan slid a hand over Jubilee's on the bed, squeezing it gently and smiled. "Without you Jubes, there wouldn't even be a me."
She smiled, eyes twinkling, and gave her favorite mutant a hug, then walked out onto the balcony to let him sleep. Jubilee made a promise to herself; to be there for her Wolvie whenever possible, to be his sidekick, a friend, back-up, because she knew he'd always do the same for her.
A/N: I haven't written a Wolvie and Jubes team up yet, but I've been meaning too, so bear with me here. I also haven't posted any comic-based X-Men fics, so this'll be a first here too. And this is NOT gonna be a Wolvie/Jubes romance. It's just a short partnership fic. Takes place in the earlier Wolverine comics. Enjoy.
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We're A Team Right?
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"Wolvieeeeeee!"
Logan turned around slowly, his vision was blurred with a red haze that he had come to know as his infamous berserker rage. A figure appeared before him, small and quick, with the voice of a worried young girl. Jubilee.
She wrapped her small arms around his muscular neck and held on for dear life. His clothes were torn to shreds, and so was he. There were a few dead and bloodied bodies on the floor, red stained swords beside them.
Logan let his arms hang loosely by his sides and he retracted his sharp adamantium claws back in their housings in his forearms. The red haze was fading and he was remembering where he was and what happened. Madripoor. The Princess Bar. A bar in which he owned half a share. A place in which he was known by everyone as Patch. Logan wrapped his arms gently around the tiny frame that would not let go of him. "Jubes?"
Jubilee pushed away from him slowly, offering a sad smile. "C'mon, you need to chill for awhile 'kay? You're all torn up." She gently took his large hand in hers and began leading him out of the bar.
In coming out of his berserker state, Logan was now beginning to feel the pain of his wounds. He noticed he had been bleeding quite alot, and remembered being stabbed several times by the men with swords. Who were they again? Oh right, they must have been a couple of one of the many drug lord's lackeys after him for screwing up one of their cocaine deliveries.
Not really paying attention to what was going on, Logan put all his trust in Jubilee to take them somewhere safe where he could heal up.
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The next thing Logan remembered was lying on a bed while being patched up by Jubilee. The wounds burned as the flesh started to slowly knit itself together. He had really pushed his healing factor this time. Not really unusual, considering what he did alot day to day. He leaned forward, craning his neck slightly. "Where...are we Jube?"
Jubilee half smiled, gently pushing his head back to the pillow. "A hotel room. Tyger Tiger wanted to thank you for taking care of those creepazoids. She got us this place to hang remember?"
Logan grunted. "Nope."
Jubilee sighed after she finished bandaging him up. "You gotta stop doin' this to yourself Wolvie." She took a seat next to him on the bed and stared out toward the balcony.
He opened one eye and smirked. "Ya make it sound like I enjoy this. B'sides, I got you ta take care o' me Jube."
She rolled her eyes, grinning to herself, then looked at Logan seriously. "Hey...you an' me Wolvie, we're a team right?"
Logan slid a hand over Jubilee's on the bed, squeezing it gently and smiled. "Without you Jubes, there wouldn't even be a me."
She smiled, eyes twinkling, and gave her favorite mutant a hug, then walked out onto the balcony to let him sleep. Jubilee made a promise to herself; to be there for her Wolvie whenever possible, to be his sidekick, a friend, back-up, because she knew he'd always do the same for her.