A.N I had such a good reaction to this I thought I should probably continue it. Thanks for the comments guys. It makes my day when I get a good one. Here we go.

Chapter 2: Falling into arms.

Jubilee was not having a good week. No. Correction, she was not having a good month. In fact she was having a terrible month. It all started with the rollerblading accident and went downhill from there. Take right now for example. She was lying flat on her back, in the middle of the entrance hall of the mansion. Why? You might ask. Well that's easy answered, it's because she was being completely normal and sliding down the banister of the stairs, as she does every day. When one loud mouthed Cajun had to go and call her name. So of course, she lost concentration, as she always does when he's around, and fell off, straight to the floor. Can anyone say, ouch? Because she couldn't. She was too winded to even breath let alone talk.

"P'itite?"

That same Cajun's head hovered over her, blocking out the sight of the roof.

"You ok little one?"

He actually looked concerned. Until her fist shot out and hit him in the side of the head, then he just looked offended.

"Piss off, Cajun." was all she could manage to growl out.

"Ah P'itite, dat is no way to talk. After all it is not my fault you are clumsy, no?"

He grinned down at her and she had to struggle to keep her scowl on her face. Not trusting herself to talk, she shoved him way from her and scrambled to her feet. The fact that she could do so proved to her that nothing was broken, so, with a final scowl for Gambit, she stalked out of the room.

Gambit watched her leave, his cocky grin fading. What had gotten into the P'itite lately? She hardly smiled at him anymore. And he had begun to notice that she went quiet or left the room whenever he walked in. He sighed and ran his fingers through his hair. Had he done something wrong? He wracked his brain, trying to think of what could have upset her. But nothing came to mind. She had been the same old Jubilee, until a few weeks ago. She hadn't been the same with him since she fallen over when she was skating. Was that it? Was she embarrassed? Na, not Jubilee. Embarrassment didn't mean anything to that girl. So what was the problem? With a final sigh, Gambit walked outside, head down and feet kicking up puffs of dust from the ground. He didn't see Kitty Pryde standing at the top of the stairs, a troubled frown on her face.

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Jubilee eyed the balls, a frown of concentration on her face. She moved her cue slightly and adjusted her position. Then she took a deep breath, checked the angle one last time and let her breath out slowly well letting the cue glide smoothly threw her hand. Perfect! The white ball hit a small red, which bounced off a small blue, sending them both into the right pockets on the table. She straightened up and grinned at Bobby who stood opposite her.

"Nice shoot, Jubs" He said with a laugh. "Now you just gota sink the eight ball. Think you can do it?"

Jubilee smirked at the challenge than eyed the table. Her eyebrows shot up and she had to resist the urge to whistle. This could be problematic. She thought worriedly. The balls were in an awkward position. To pull it off she would have to bounce the white ball off three different walls and hit the eight ball at just the right angle, with just the right force. Tricky, she decided.

Bobby watched Jubilee closely as she bent, once again, over the pool table, her blue eyes fixed on the line up flickering as she judged the angels. He watched her adjust her position and lick her lips in concentration. His eyes were locked on her as she pulled the pool cue back. The door opened, just as she was taking the shot. Bobby had his eyes fixed on the girl and saw a shiver go down her spine and the hair on her arms stand on end. Her shot went off, the pool cue skidding off the white ball, which shot to the wrong end of the table, sinking one of Bobby's balls instead. Jubilee spun, eyes wide, to see Gambit standing motionless in the door way. Bobby saw some strange emotion flicker over her face before rage set in. She threw her cue on to the table and stormed across the room towards the shocked man in the door way. Bobby was honestly expecting her to hit him, she looked so wrathful. Gambit seemed to have the same idea in mind for one arm shot up to block his face. But she merely shouldered him harshly out of the way as she exited the room.

Bobby's eyes followed her, before snapping up to Gambits. He glared at the confused man before picking up the two pool cues, shoving them onto their stand and leaving through the opposite. Gambit stood in the door way, hand still on the doorknob completely at a loss. What had he done now? As far as he knew, he was allowed to walk into a room. But it seemed that Jubilee was not the only one that had a problem with him. He scowled, what is wrong with these people? He stalked out of the room, heading for the attic and the lady he knew would always be there, Storm would know what was going on.

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Jubilee laughed easily from her perch on one of the roof beams.

"Seriously, Red, I'll be fine." She told Jean Grey. "I'm a gymnast remember?"

"But it is still dangerous, Jubilee." Jeans concerned voice floated up from the ground. "Come down, we can get someone else to dust the roof. It's not that important."

"I'm fine." Jubilee assured her with a roll of her eyes. "I won't fall. Come on Jeaney, let me do this, I want to help."

Jean sighed. "Fine. But if you break your neck don't come crying to me."

Jubilee giggled as the grumbling telepath left the room to continue vacuuming. Spring cleaning was going on in full force and according to Jean, the whole house had to be spotless. That was why, after cleaning her room, Jubilee decided to start on the roof. After all, it seemed like the most entertaining thing to do. Plus from here she could watch everyone else run around like ants. She giggled again at the thought before turning to survey the roof. It really was rather dirty and in desperate need of dusting. Why the telekinetic people in the building didn't just pull it off the roof was beyond her, but she didn't really care. Grapping her wet cloth she stood up on the beam and started to dust, humming a little tune.

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Gambit sat up placing a hand on the small of his back and letting a groan slip from his lips. He ached all over, his knees were sore, his fingers were cramped and his back screamed at him. This is insane he thought. When Jean had proposed spring cleaning he had thought it was a great idea. Now he wished he had followed Logan's lead and left town for the day. Unfortunately he hadn't had the chance. Jean had snapped him up immediately, requesting he clean his room. That didn't seem so bad to him. It was his room after all, he might as well help by cleaning it. So he had dusted, vacuumed, wiped the mirror, cleaned the windows and even polished the door handles. It wasn't so bad, he had thought and leaving his room he was even rewarded. Jubilee bounced by and gave him a bright smile before continuing on her way, humming a happy tune. He had followed Jubilee, after all if she was smiling like that then the world must be right again. He followed her right into the kitchen. Now he felt like Alice who had followed the white rabbit. Only instead of going to Wonderland he had taken a wrong turn and ended up in the land of torture, stubborn stains and cruel intentions. Jean had grabbed him as he entered the kitchen and now he was on his hands and knees scrubbing the bathroom floors. Not just one or two of the bathrooms but ALL of them. All twenty –three. Gambit stood up groaning again as his back crackled and clicked, protesting the movement. Hi surveyed the room and sighed. Done. He thought wearily. That was the last one and he was finally done. He left, dropping his cleaning supplies off in a nearby broom closet, in search of refreshments and a cold drink.

Upon entering the entrance hall Gambit heard singing. It was only soft and he couldn't make out the words, but it was defiantly singing. He glanced around, searching for its source but saw no-one. He frowned. That's weird. They were defiantly in the room, he could tell, but the voice seemed to come from all around him, not one specific place. He looked around again, searching now for hidden speakers or radios. Glancing up he almost had a heart attack. Standing high above the ground on a ceiling beam and singing happily to herself was Jubilee. He gasped silently. What was she doing?! Did she want to break her neck?

"Jubilee!" He cried. "What are yo' doing? Get down from there afore yo' fall!"

Jubilee jerked in surprise as his yell reached her. She spun around on the beam to see who was there drooping her rag. Upon seeing him she gasped and tried to turn back to what she was doing. But her foot slipped on the rag she had just dropped beside her and with an angry yell she tumbled off the beam.

Gambit watched in horror as she fell, seeing her grab a beam to catch herself. But she lost her grip and continued to fall. The momentary pause in her decent had given Gambit time to rush across the room and he skidded to a stop directly underneath her, spreading his arms widely.

Jubilee almost had it, she almost caught and held that beam. But no. Her hand, wet from the rag she had been holding had slipped. Now she was falling again and this landing was really going to hurt. Squeezing her eyes shut she sucked in a breath. Only to have it forced out of her as she landed solidly into someone's arms. The arms locked tight around her as she gasped, sucking in new air, her eyes still tightly shut.

"P'itite?" Came the worried question.

Jubilee bit her lip to keep from groaning and slowly opened her eyes to look up at her saviour. Gambit gazed down at her, concern etched deeply into his face. It had to be him didn't it? The one person she had been trying to avoid had to be the one to save her life. She sighed internally. God is out to get me, she decided. He's doing his best to screw up my whole life, in the most dramatic way he can think of.

"Jubilee?" Gambits voice broke through her thoughts. "Say something little one."

"Put me down."

Gambit blinked. "What?"

'Put me down." Jubilee repeated. Not harshly, more in a matter of fact way.

It took Gambit a few seconds to figure out what she meant. Then he realised he still held the young woman tightly in his arms. With a start he let her go and placed her gently on the ground.

"My apologies, P'itite" He bowed politely to her and she rolled her eyes.

"What are ya apologising for Gumbo." Jubilee laughed. "I dropped on you, I should be thanking ya for not letting me go splat."

A smile tugged at his mouth. "I could hardly let you go splat, Jubilee. Logan would kill me." He joked.

Jubilee's smile faded suddenly and she turned away from him. "Yea, he would. Well thanks for the catch, Cajun. See you round."

Gambit looked on in confusion as the girl started to walk away.

"P'itite wait" he called. "I. . . "

"Remy!" The yell interrupted him.

He and Jubilee both turned to see Rogue rush into the room.

"There ya are. Ah've been looking all ova for ya, sugar"

"Rogue. . ."

"No time to talk, Hun." She cut him off, grabbing his arm. "Storm needs ya help. Come on."

"But. . ." Gambit turned to look at Jubilee, but she was already gone. He glanced up and saw the door swing shut.

He sighed and let Rogue drag him away to the other end of the house.

OK Guys, that's all for this chapter. Let me know what you think, or what I can improve on or whatever lol. Hope you all enjoy it.

Over and Out

Jade Wildcat.