Disclaimer: See Part One.
Although the first outburst from Logan had drained much of Dr. Summers' energy, she succeeded at keeping Rogue from assaulting the inanimate body on the table. On the older woman's directions, Jubilee hastily strapped Rogue to a portable table while Jean restrained her.
Jubes was furious. She grabbed Rogue by the shoulders, shaking her. "Hey, Logan, you bastard! Come here!" she ordered.
"You got a death wish, both of ye," came the low voice, full of menace.
"Yeah, but you'll listen to me, old man!" she shouted to Rogue's face.
"Jubilee! That's enough!" ordered Jean.
"Oh no, someone has to talk to this creep, and I've just voluntered!" She put her full attention back to Logan in Rogue's head. "You bastard, if you want to kill yourself, at least have the guts to do it yourself! You pretend to love her... My God! You don't care how making her kill you will affect her. You love no one, not even yourself..."
"I'll kill you..."
"Yeah, right. What else can you do, anyway? Kill, kill, kill! That's all you can do! Y'know what? I'd would pull the damn plugs on yer flamin' body this second if it wasn't for Rogue..."
"Be my guest."
Jean Summers stood still, listening, fascinated at Jubilee's rant. She couldn't help but agree with what the young woman was saying. She made sure to keep an open link with the now awake professor, so he could be informed of the new twist in this mess.
Jubilee didn't take Logan's bait. "I won't pull those friggin' plugs, 'cuz then Rogue'll be stuck with a damn flamin' freak in her head.... YOU!"
She took a breath. He wasn't arguing, so maybe she was on the right track. She continued, "'Cuz then she wouldn't know how to love anymore. You'd always be there to make her hate or kill everyone for things that, damnit, happened to YOU, not HER!"
"I..."
"Oh, shut up already! I'm not done with you! If you think one minute we're gonna let Rogue down, as YOU did, yer more nuts than I thought. She knows how to love, she DOES love someone. Sorry to tell ye, buddy, but it ain't you. Now, if ye wanna kill yourself 'cuz you can't deal with her being happy, suits me. You'll even make One-Eye happy!"
At that remark, Jean frowned a little. Scott wouldn't be really happy, relieved probably of not having to deal with the Logan-problem anymore, but not really happy.
"But if you are a MAN, you'll act as one. You're gonna leave Rogue in peace. You hear me?!!!"
Jubilee was so furious, she couldn't refrain from shaking. She was done; she had told the man what he had to be told.
Jean decided that now was the time to sedate Rogue to help her sleep the rest of the night. Against all expectations, the sedative started to work, as if Logan's healing factor wasn't triggered.
Jubilee helped Jean roll the table on which Rogue lay to the adjacent room. They locked the door between the two rooms.
"Jubilee, now go get some sleep. I'll stay with Rogue, in case..."
"No need, Red. I ain't going nowhere," came from Rogue's bed.
"There's no way you'll be left alone," coldly said Jean, not sure if she was talking to Rogue or Logan in her head.
"Jubilee, will you stay?" asked Rogue.
Jubilee looked down at her friend. Who had spoken, Rogue or Logan? And to who was responsible for the pleading in Rogue's eyes?
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