THINGS YOU FORGET TO SAY
This is my first fic so be gentle, please?
Disclaimer: If I owned Wolverine and Jubilee d'ya think that I'd be posting here or would I be making lots of W&J based comics. Think about that
Continuity: My own little W&J world, no relation to comic, cartoon or movieverse.
The silence in the jeep had seemed a comforting companion to begin with, but as the man known as Wolverine to the world, Logan to a select few and Wolvie to just one, put more distance between himself and the place he called home it took on an a heavy accusing air. He was running away again, and this time he knew that, even though she would take him back with open arms, he would never really be forgiven. Not for this one. *Ya bastard, Logan. It's her birthday, ya promised the kid that you'd be there f'r her*
Instead he found himself on the highway Canada bound.
He just couldn't face her right now, her growing up scared him and so now he attempted to put as much distance between them as possible. Her Eighteenth, *She's all grown up this time*. All grown up, and old and married with kids and leaving him and dying - leaving him for good. Like so many of the women he'd loved before.
Disliking the morbid turn his thoughts had taken he reached across and turned on the car radio in an attempt to distract himself from thoughts of Jubilee.
No such luck. He recognised the station as one that she'd tuned in the last time they went driving together. He left it playing, trying to take comfort from this little piece of her when his attention was grabbed and squeezed by a request the Disk Jockey was sending out.
"And here we have a bittersweet little number requested by 'Jubilee' for her 'Wolvie' who is running away again"
*Nah it couldn't be...could it? * But the thought clung to him, making him feel decidedly uncomfortable as the song began to fill the vehicle.
It's a heartache
Nothing but a heartache
Hits you when it's too late
Hits you when you're down
It's a fool's game
Nothing but a fool's game
Standing in the cold rain
Feeling like a clown
It's a heartache
Nothing but a heartache
Love him till you're arms break
Then he lets you down
It ain't right with love to share
When you find he doesn't care, for you
It ain't wise to need someone
As much as I depended on, you
It's a heartache
Nothing but a heartache
Hits you when it's too late
Hits you when you're down
It's a fool's game
Nothing but a fool's game
Standing in the cold rain
Feeling like a clown
It ain't right with love to share
When you find he doesn't care, for you
It ain't right to need someone
As much as I depended on, you
When the lyrics had begun to hit home with him he had stopped the jeep at the side of the road, not trusting himself to keep control but as the last of the music faded he shook himself and released the steering wheel from the death-grip he had it in.
He felt like trash.
He knew it was his Jubilee who had made that request and not one half of a previously loved-up couple. Embarrassed by the public nature of the emotional outburst he felt sure that the whole world must know his crime.
She was so young and already been through so much on her own, never mind the way she handled his problems or the way he ran every time she needed him to be there for her.
All the times that he'd thought he was alone only to have her comfort him, reassure him, even fight for him.
He truly didn't deserve her, he thought, as he searched his mind for a time that he'd been there for her. The littleness of his ability to hold her when she needed to cry shamed him. No wonder she thought he didn't love her.
He'd always just assumed that she had known though, that he loved her, so much more than anyone else, how much the depth of the emotion scared him, that this was his way of keeping her safe. Obviously not. And they both thought they knew each other so well. What a joke. He thought he was keeping her safe, she thought he was abandoning her.
And now he'd lost her, the message in the song hadn't escaped him.
Or had he? If he hurried now he might be able to make things all right between them.
With a new hope in his heart Logan turned his jeep around and broke the speed limit in several areas in the hope of sharing the final hours of her birthday with her.
By the time he reached the Snow Valley Campus the sun had been gone for several hours but the time did not matter to him. New knowledge of Jubilee's pain, did. The guilt he felt at what he had put her through was strong enough that he'd wake the entire building to make it right with her.
*Please, please, please, please, please, please, please* His chant of the past several hours increased in desperation as he approached the door and rang on the bell several times *No way they're going to leave that unanswered* he momentarily smirked, imaging Emma Frosts face at the decidedly loud tune it emitted.
After waiting for a couple of minutes an impassive looking Jubilee appeared on the doorstep.
*Musta known it was me* "Hey kid, not too late to share your big day an I?" He radiated the desperation he was feeling, his voice tinged with guilt and fear.
"My birthday was yesterday, Wolverine", She offered in a weary tone that, whilst not on the White Queen's level of iciness, was still one reserved for strangers.
Oh yeah, that was her request all right.
His hopes fell instantly at the cold greeting, "Oh... well, we could still do somethin' darlin..." he persisted hopefully. "Logan, it's one o' clock in the morning. I'm tired and everyone else is in bed. Where *I* would like to be right now." She turned to go inside and in an act born of desperation he grabbed her arm to prevent her retreat into the great house. "Please, Jubes...." She could hear the begging tone in his voice and turned to face him. "I'm tired Wolverine. Goodnight"
Defeated suddenly he realised she was right. She was tired. Not just physically but mentally - worn out by him and his selfish use of her friendship. He couldn't do this anymore. It wasn't fair on her.
"Yeah,.. G'night Jubes"
He released her and stood defeated as the door shut slowly in his face. An almost inaudible 'click', and then he was alone.
This is my first fic so be gentle, please?
Disclaimer: If I owned Wolverine and Jubilee d'ya think that I'd be posting here or would I be making lots of W&J based comics. Think about that
Continuity: My own little W&J world, no relation to comic, cartoon or movieverse.
The silence in the jeep had seemed a comforting companion to begin with, but as the man known as Wolverine to the world, Logan to a select few and Wolvie to just one, put more distance between himself and the place he called home it took on an a heavy accusing air. He was running away again, and this time he knew that, even though she would take him back with open arms, he would never really be forgiven. Not for this one. *Ya bastard, Logan. It's her birthday, ya promised the kid that you'd be there f'r her*
Instead he found himself on the highway Canada bound.
He just couldn't face her right now, her growing up scared him and so now he attempted to put as much distance between them as possible. Her Eighteenth, *She's all grown up this time*. All grown up, and old and married with kids and leaving him and dying - leaving him for good. Like so many of the women he'd loved before.
Disliking the morbid turn his thoughts had taken he reached across and turned on the car radio in an attempt to distract himself from thoughts of Jubilee.
No such luck. He recognised the station as one that she'd tuned in the last time they went driving together. He left it playing, trying to take comfort from this little piece of her when his attention was grabbed and squeezed by a request the Disk Jockey was sending out.
"And here we have a bittersweet little number requested by 'Jubilee' for her 'Wolvie' who is running away again"
*Nah it couldn't be...could it? * But the thought clung to him, making him feel decidedly uncomfortable as the song began to fill the vehicle.
It's a heartache
Nothing but a heartache
Hits you when it's too late
Hits you when you're down
It's a fool's game
Nothing but a fool's game
Standing in the cold rain
Feeling like a clown
It's a heartache
Nothing but a heartache
Love him till you're arms break
Then he lets you down
It ain't right with love to share
When you find he doesn't care, for you
It ain't wise to need someone
As much as I depended on, you
It's a heartache
Nothing but a heartache
Hits you when it's too late
Hits you when you're down
It's a fool's game
Nothing but a fool's game
Standing in the cold rain
Feeling like a clown
It ain't right with love to share
When you find he doesn't care, for you
It ain't right to need someone
As much as I depended on, you
When the lyrics had begun to hit home with him he had stopped the jeep at the side of the road, not trusting himself to keep control but as the last of the music faded he shook himself and released the steering wheel from the death-grip he had it in.
He felt like trash.
He knew it was his Jubilee who had made that request and not one half of a previously loved-up couple. Embarrassed by the public nature of the emotional outburst he felt sure that the whole world must know his crime.
She was so young and already been through so much on her own, never mind the way she handled his problems or the way he ran every time she needed him to be there for her.
All the times that he'd thought he was alone only to have her comfort him, reassure him, even fight for him.
He truly didn't deserve her, he thought, as he searched his mind for a time that he'd been there for her. The littleness of his ability to hold her when she needed to cry shamed him. No wonder she thought he didn't love her.
He'd always just assumed that she had known though, that he loved her, so much more than anyone else, how much the depth of the emotion scared him, that this was his way of keeping her safe. Obviously not. And they both thought they knew each other so well. What a joke. He thought he was keeping her safe, she thought he was abandoning her.
And now he'd lost her, the message in the song hadn't escaped him.
Or had he? If he hurried now he might be able to make things all right between them.
With a new hope in his heart Logan turned his jeep around and broke the speed limit in several areas in the hope of sharing the final hours of her birthday with her.
By the time he reached the Snow Valley Campus the sun had been gone for several hours but the time did not matter to him. New knowledge of Jubilee's pain, did. The guilt he felt at what he had put her through was strong enough that he'd wake the entire building to make it right with her.
*Please, please, please, please, please, please, please* His chant of the past several hours increased in desperation as he approached the door and rang on the bell several times *No way they're going to leave that unanswered* he momentarily smirked, imaging Emma Frosts face at the decidedly loud tune it emitted.
After waiting for a couple of minutes an impassive looking Jubilee appeared on the doorstep.
*Musta known it was me* "Hey kid, not too late to share your big day an I?" He radiated the desperation he was feeling, his voice tinged with guilt and fear.
"My birthday was yesterday, Wolverine", She offered in a weary tone that, whilst not on the White Queen's level of iciness, was still one reserved for strangers.
Oh yeah, that was her request all right.
His hopes fell instantly at the cold greeting, "Oh... well, we could still do somethin' darlin..." he persisted hopefully. "Logan, it's one o' clock in the morning. I'm tired and everyone else is in bed. Where *I* would like to be right now." She turned to go inside and in an act born of desperation he grabbed her arm to prevent her retreat into the great house. "Please, Jubes...." She could hear the begging tone in his voice and turned to face him. "I'm tired Wolverine. Goodnight"
Defeated suddenly he realised she was right. She was tired. Not just physically but mentally - worn out by him and his selfish use of her friendship. He couldn't do this anymore. It wasn't fair on her.
"Yeah,.. G'night Jubes"
He released her and stood defeated as the door shut slowly in his face. An almost inaudible 'click', and then he was alone.