Title: A Friend in Need II: Sweet Child of Mine 06/22
Author: Somogyi
Email: somogyi02@yahoo.com
Archive: Sure, just please ask first
Rating: PG-13 for language, violence, and some disturbing imagery
Summary: Jubilee is well on the way to recovery from the physical injuries she
sustained during "A Friend in Need," thanks to the help of Logan and Jean. The
psychic damage, however, has been slow to heal: she is still plagued by regular
nightmares and her memory has not yet returned. And while Jean's endless devotion
to Jubilee is helping her to recuperate, it is starting to put a strain on Jean's
marriage to Scott.
Disclaimer: The X-Men and Generation X are property of Marvel Entertainment.
Characters are used without permission, no profit is being made, and no infringement
on copyright is intended.
*****
A Friend in Need II: Sweet Child of Mine
by Somogyi
somogyi02@yahoo.com
Chapter 6
"Y'know, I've been thinkin'. . . ." Jubilee began as she nibbled on a French
fry. She and Scott sat in a booth in an old-fashioned diner, finishing up their
meal.
"There's a first," Scott remarked, polishing off the rest of his burger.
Jubilee scowled. "Hardy har har. Whoever said you didn't have a sense of humor
obviously never spent any serious down time with you, Scotty."
"If that's a compliment, then thank you."
"It was, and you're welcome."
Scott wiped his mouth on his napkin as he waited for Jubilee to continue. When
she did not, he felt the need to prompt her. "You were saying?"
"Mmm," Jubilee nodded, taking a sip of her soda. "Yeah. I was thinkin' . . . for
all I know, before my accident, I was a Yankees fan, and today was your way of
gettin' a major dig in."
"Would I do such a thing?" he asked innocently.
"Do you really want me to answer that?"
"If you were a true Yankees fan, that sort of loyalty would have been instilled
from the time you came to live in New York. Even traumatic amnesia could not
possibly counteract that sort of conditioning."
"They are pretty fanatical, aren't they?"
He nodded. "Besides, you have to admit that that was a pretty exciting game this
afternoon."
"Hell yeah. How often do you get to see a grand-slam? Piazza is finally earnin'
his millions."
"You know, I seem to remember you pining over their former catcher. You were
bummed for weeks when they signed Piazza as his replacement."
"Really? When was this?"
"A couple of years back. C'mon, Jubes, you must remember him. . . ."
"Gosh, what was his name?" She pondered as she chewed on a fry. "Olerud?"
"Nope, he was the first baseman. Traded to Seattle."
She closed her eyes, thinking hard. But it would not come to her. Finally, she
opened her eyes and shook her head. "I can't remember. Who--?"
"Y'all done here?" their waitress asked as she approached the table.
"I am," Scott told her.
"Yeah, I'm finished, too, thanks," Jubilee added.
"Can I get y'all anything else? Coffee? Dessert?"
Scott looked at Jubilee. "You want anything else?"
"I don't know. I'm kinda full."
"Why don't you get something," he insisted.
"We've got all sorts of shakes," the waitress said. "Pie, cake, ice cream
sundaes. . . ."
"Do you have banana splits?" Scott asked.
"Yup. Three scoops, your choice of flavors."
Scott looked at Jubilee expectantly. "What do you think?"
"There's no way I could eat all that."
"We can split it."
"I don't know. That's an awful lot of ice cream. . . ."
"C'mon, Jubilee. Where's your sense of adventure?"
She twisted her mouth in a wry grin. "I guess I can eat some of it."
"We'll have a banana split," Scott told the waitress. "What flavors, Jubilee?
You pick."
"Mint chocolate chip, chocolate chip cookie dough, and strawberry."
"You got it. One banana split comin' right up," she replied with a smile as she
cleared their dinner plates.
When she returned a few minutes later with a bowl piled high with ice cream, two
bananas, chocolate syrup, nuts, whip cream, and three cherries, Jubilee's eyes
nearly bugged out of her head.
"Enjoy," the waitress said, putting down two spoons and a pile of extra napkins.
"If I explode," Jubilee said, digging into the sundae, "Jean will hold you
personally accountable, you know."
"How will she find out, unless you tell her?" Scott countered, taking a big
spoonful himself.
"Need I remind you that she's a mind-reader? She's probably going to search our
brains with a fine-toothed comb when she gets back to see what we've been up
to."
"You just leave Jean to me, and enjoy your ice cream," he replied. "Good choice
of flavors, by the way."
"Thanks. I like to consider myself a connoisseur of ice cream."
"Is that so?"
"Yeah. I've consumed quite my share over the years."
"Did Jean ever tell you about the Kitchen Sink?"
"What, is the garbage disposal busted again?"
Scott laughed. "No, it's the name of a dessert. Back when we were students at
the professor's school, we used to frequent a local hang out, the Coffee-a-go-
go. They had an infamous dessert called the Kitchen Sink."
"Infamous, huh?"
"Yes. Once part of a local high school football team had attempted to finish it.
Half the guys ended up needing their stomachs pumped."
"C'mon! Half a football team? Yeah, right!"
"That was common lore at the time. So, anyway, one evening, we were all hanging
out--Jean, Hank, Bobby, Warren, and I. Hank and Bobby were clowning around a
lot, Warren was doing a lot of macho posturing."
"Everyone was trying to impress Jeanie, huh?"
"As usual, yes. So, one thing led to another, dares were given and accepted, and
the next thing I knew they had brought out a Kitchen Sink. And let me tell you,
that thing was aptly named. You think this sundae is big? It's like a spit in
the ocean. This thing came out in a bucket this big--" Scott held his arms over
a foot apart-- "and this high--" he held his hands about a foot in the air. "It
was huge."
"Holy crud."
"And we were determined to finish every last drop."
"You, too?"
He nodded. "You put four seventeen-year-old guys together in the company of a
beautiful woman, common sense flies out the window."
"Hey, I went to school with `em, I know exactly what you mean. You should see
Angelo slurp his spaghetti." Chuckling, Jubilee ate another spoonful. When Scott
did not reply, she looked up to see him staring at her. "What?"
"What you just said about Angelo. . . ."
"Yeah? He was quite a sight, I tell yo--" She stopped suddenly as realization
dawned. "Omigod! That memory, it's from Generation X. I-I remembered somethin'
else!"
"You did," Scott agreed, beaming at her. "That's great."
She smiled happily as she ate some more sundae. "So, what happened with the
Kitchen Sink?"
"Oh, yeah. So Jean sat back and watched in both amazement and disgust at the
four of us guys proceeded to polish off the entire thing."
"You ate it all?"
"Remember, we had Hank with us, and you know how he can pack away food. Although
the rest of us had more than our fair share."
"Gosh, how did you feel afterwards?"
"I had never felt more full in my entire life. We could barely move. Jean ended
up having to drive us home. Although half-way back to the mansion, we made her
pull over.
"Oh God, who barfed?"
"No one, amazingly. Although the car ride brought us damned close. We had to get
out and lay down on the grass at the side of the road. I just remember laying
there, holding my stomach, staring up at the sky, praying that I didn't
explode."
Jubilee snickered. "I can just picture the four of you laying there, moaning.
What a sight. Jeanie must have been beside herself."
"Oh, she was anything but amused. Quite pissed, actually. Now that I think about
it, she ended up leaving us there. She took the car back the mansion herself.
The rest of us lay there a good hour or so before we managed to gather the
strength to get up and walk it off on the trip home."
"Serves you right. You all tried to impress Jean, and you just ended up making
asses of yourselves."
"Well, teenaged guys are notorious for doing that. Us especially."
"I'll bet. Gosh, you all must have been quite a handful for the prof. Bobby's a
handful now, so I can't even imagine what he was like as a kid."
Chuckling, Scott nodded. "Incorrigible, that's for sure." He picked up one of
the cherries. "We sure had our share of good times, though. Those were some of
the best years of my life."
"Yeah, there's nothing quite like hanging out with good buddies." Jubilee picked
up one of the other remaining cherries and stared at it a moment before biting
it off of the stem with a sigh.
"We'll get you back there, Jubilee," Scott said, his voice solemn and full of
promise, as he lightly placed his hand on hers. "By the time fall comes around,
you'll be back in Massachusetts. I know it."
She looked across the table at him, and the determined look on his face. He
believed in her, and her ability to work toward a complete recovery. And she
knew that Scott Summers only put his faith in people whom he believed in
wholeheartedly. For the first time in a while, Jubilee felt filled with hope.
She could not help but smile.
"Thanks, Scott," she whispered.
He gave her hand a gentle squeeze.
"You want that last cherry?" she asked.
"Go for it. I'm stuffed. Just thinking about that kitchen sink made me full."
Laughing, Jubilee took the last cherry. "Hey, we did pretty good here
ourselves," she remarked, surveying their nearly-empty dish.
"That we did. We may just have to pull over on the way home."
"Does that mean I get to drive?"
"Maybe next time."
"Really?"
"No."
"Not even in the circle in front of the mansion?"
"Jean would kill me."
"But how would she find out unless you tell her?" Jubilee asked, smiling
mischievously, as she echoed his words from earlier that evening.
"Ah, but you're not the one who will be sleeping on the couch for a week."
"All right," Jubilee relented, taking a sip of water.
"I'll think about it, though. Maybe when you're off the crutches."
"You'd really give me driving lessons?"
"Well, I was hoping Logan would volunteer since he has the healing factor and
all. . .." He could not hide the smile. "But yeah, I'd be willing to give you
some lessons."
"Wow. Cool. Thanks, Scott."
"No problem."
Just then, the waitress approached the table. "Well, I see you two managed to
pack it all away."
"She's got a wooden leg," Scott said, pointing to Jubilee.
The waitress laughed. "Can I get you anything else?"
"No, just the check please."
"You two have a good night," she replied, putting the bill on the table.
Scott scanned it a moment before pulling some bills out of his wallet. "You
ready to head home?" he asked, putting a generous tip under a plate.
"Yep," Jubilee replied, reaching for her crutches.
Scott got up and waited for her to arrange the braces before slowly heading for
the cash register.
"Hey, Scott?"
"Hmm?"
"I had a really good time tonight. Thanks."
He smiled. "You're welcome. I had a good time, too."
"We should, like, you know, maybe try to do stuff like this again sometime."
"Anytime, Jubilee. Anytime."
End Chapter 6
*****
Author: Somogyi
Email: somogyi02@yahoo.com
Archive: Sure, just please ask first
Rating: PG-13 for language, violence, and some disturbing imagery
Summary: Jubilee is well on the way to recovery from the physical injuries she
sustained during "A Friend in Need," thanks to the help of Logan and Jean. The
psychic damage, however, has been slow to heal: she is still plagued by regular
nightmares and her memory has not yet returned. And while Jean's endless devotion
to Jubilee is helping her to recuperate, it is starting to put a strain on Jean's
marriage to Scott.
Disclaimer: The X-Men and Generation X are property of Marvel Entertainment.
Characters are used without permission, no profit is being made, and no infringement
on copyright is intended.
*****
A Friend in Need II: Sweet Child of Mine
by Somogyi
somogyi02@yahoo.com
Chapter 6
"Y'know, I've been thinkin'. . . ." Jubilee began as she nibbled on a French
fry. She and Scott sat in a booth in an old-fashioned diner, finishing up their
meal.
"There's a first," Scott remarked, polishing off the rest of his burger.
Jubilee scowled. "Hardy har har. Whoever said you didn't have a sense of humor
obviously never spent any serious down time with you, Scotty."
"If that's a compliment, then thank you."
"It was, and you're welcome."
Scott wiped his mouth on his napkin as he waited for Jubilee to continue. When
she did not, he felt the need to prompt her. "You were saying?"
"Mmm," Jubilee nodded, taking a sip of her soda. "Yeah. I was thinkin' . . . for
all I know, before my accident, I was a Yankees fan, and today was your way of
gettin' a major dig in."
"Would I do such a thing?" he asked innocently.
"Do you really want me to answer that?"
"If you were a true Yankees fan, that sort of loyalty would have been instilled
from the time you came to live in New York. Even traumatic amnesia could not
possibly counteract that sort of conditioning."
"They are pretty fanatical, aren't they?"
He nodded. "Besides, you have to admit that that was a pretty exciting game this
afternoon."
"Hell yeah. How often do you get to see a grand-slam? Piazza is finally earnin'
his millions."
"You know, I seem to remember you pining over their former catcher. You were
bummed for weeks when they signed Piazza as his replacement."
"Really? When was this?"
"A couple of years back. C'mon, Jubes, you must remember him. . . ."
"Gosh, what was his name?" She pondered as she chewed on a fry. "Olerud?"
"Nope, he was the first baseman. Traded to Seattle."
She closed her eyes, thinking hard. But it would not come to her. Finally, she
opened her eyes and shook her head. "I can't remember. Who--?"
"Y'all done here?" their waitress asked as she approached the table.
"I am," Scott told her.
"Yeah, I'm finished, too, thanks," Jubilee added.
"Can I get y'all anything else? Coffee? Dessert?"
Scott looked at Jubilee. "You want anything else?"
"I don't know. I'm kinda full."
"Why don't you get something," he insisted.
"We've got all sorts of shakes," the waitress said. "Pie, cake, ice cream
sundaes. . . ."
"Do you have banana splits?" Scott asked.
"Yup. Three scoops, your choice of flavors."
Scott looked at Jubilee expectantly. "What do you think?"
"There's no way I could eat all that."
"We can split it."
"I don't know. That's an awful lot of ice cream. . . ."
"C'mon, Jubilee. Where's your sense of adventure?"
She twisted her mouth in a wry grin. "I guess I can eat some of it."
"We'll have a banana split," Scott told the waitress. "What flavors, Jubilee?
You pick."
"Mint chocolate chip, chocolate chip cookie dough, and strawberry."
"You got it. One banana split comin' right up," she replied with a smile as she
cleared their dinner plates.
When she returned a few minutes later with a bowl piled high with ice cream, two
bananas, chocolate syrup, nuts, whip cream, and three cherries, Jubilee's eyes
nearly bugged out of her head.
"Enjoy," the waitress said, putting down two spoons and a pile of extra napkins.
"If I explode," Jubilee said, digging into the sundae, "Jean will hold you
personally accountable, you know."
"How will she find out, unless you tell her?" Scott countered, taking a big
spoonful himself.
"Need I remind you that she's a mind-reader? She's probably going to search our
brains with a fine-toothed comb when she gets back to see what we've been up
to."
"You just leave Jean to me, and enjoy your ice cream," he replied. "Good choice
of flavors, by the way."
"Thanks. I like to consider myself a connoisseur of ice cream."
"Is that so?"
"Yeah. I've consumed quite my share over the years."
"Did Jean ever tell you about the Kitchen Sink?"
"What, is the garbage disposal busted again?"
Scott laughed. "No, it's the name of a dessert. Back when we were students at
the professor's school, we used to frequent a local hang out, the Coffee-a-go-
go. They had an infamous dessert called the Kitchen Sink."
"Infamous, huh?"
"Yes. Once part of a local high school football team had attempted to finish it.
Half the guys ended up needing their stomachs pumped."
"C'mon! Half a football team? Yeah, right!"
"That was common lore at the time. So, anyway, one evening, we were all hanging
out--Jean, Hank, Bobby, Warren, and I. Hank and Bobby were clowning around a
lot, Warren was doing a lot of macho posturing."
"Everyone was trying to impress Jeanie, huh?"
"As usual, yes. So, one thing led to another, dares were given and accepted, and
the next thing I knew they had brought out a Kitchen Sink. And let me tell you,
that thing was aptly named. You think this sundae is big? It's like a spit in
the ocean. This thing came out in a bucket this big--" Scott held his arms over
a foot apart-- "and this high--" he held his hands about a foot in the air. "It
was huge."
"Holy crud."
"And we were determined to finish every last drop."
"You, too?"
He nodded. "You put four seventeen-year-old guys together in the company of a
beautiful woman, common sense flies out the window."
"Hey, I went to school with `em, I know exactly what you mean. You should see
Angelo slurp his spaghetti." Chuckling, Jubilee ate another spoonful. When Scott
did not reply, she looked up to see him staring at her. "What?"
"What you just said about Angelo. . . ."
"Yeah? He was quite a sight, I tell yo--" She stopped suddenly as realization
dawned. "Omigod! That memory, it's from Generation X. I-I remembered somethin'
else!"
"You did," Scott agreed, beaming at her. "That's great."
She smiled happily as she ate some more sundae. "So, what happened with the
Kitchen Sink?"
"Oh, yeah. So Jean sat back and watched in both amazement and disgust at the
four of us guys proceeded to polish off the entire thing."
"You ate it all?"
"Remember, we had Hank with us, and you know how he can pack away food. Although
the rest of us had more than our fair share."
"Gosh, how did you feel afterwards?"
"I had never felt more full in my entire life. We could barely move. Jean ended
up having to drive us home. Although half-way back to the mansion, we made her
pull over.
"Oh God, who barfed?"
"No one, amazingly. Although the car ride brought us damned close. We had to get
out and lay down on the grass at the side of the road. I just remember laying
there, holding my stomach, staring up at the sky, praying that I didn't
explode."
Jubilee snickered. "I can just picture the four of you laying there, moaning.
What a sight. Jeanie must have been beside herself."
"Oh, she was anything but amused. Quite pissed, actually. Now that I think about
it, she ended up leaving us there. She took the car back the mansion herself.
The rest of us lay there a good hour or so before we managed to gather the
strength to get up and walk it off on the trip home."
"Serves you right. You all tried to impress Jean, and you just ended up making
asses of yourselves."
"Well, teenaged guys are notorious for doing that. Us especially."
"I'll bet. Gosh, you all must have been quite a handful for the prof. Bobby's a
handful now, so I can't even imagine what he was like as a kid."
Chuckling, Scott nodded. "Incorrigible, that's for sure." He picked up one of
the cherries. "We sure had our share of good times, though. Those were some of
the best years of my life."
"Yeah, there's nothing quite like hanging out with good buddies." Jubilee picked
up one of the other remaining cherries and stared at it a moment before biting
it off of the stem with a sigh.
"We'll get you back there, Jubilee," Scott said, his voice solemn and full of
promise, as he lightly placed his hand on hers. "By the time fall comes around,
you'll be back in Massachusetts. I know it."
She looked across the table at him, and the determined look on his face. He
believed in her, and her ability to work toward a complete recovery. And she
knew that Scott Summers only put his faith in people whom he believed in
wholeheartedly. For the first time in a while, Jubilee felt filled with hope.
She could not help but smile.
"Thanks, Scott," she whispered.
He gave her hand a gentle squeeze.
"You want that last cherry?" she asked.
"Go for it. I'm stuffed. Just thinking about that kitchen sink made me full."
Laughing, Jubilee took the last cherry. "Hey, we did pretty good here
ourselves," she remarked, surveying their nearly-empty dish.
"That we did. We may just have to pull over on the way home."
"Does that mean I get to drive?"
"Maybe next time."
"Really?"
"No."
"Not even in the circle in front of the mansion?"
"Jean would kill me."
"But how would she find out unless you tell her?" Jubilee asked, smiling
mischievously, as she echoed his words from earlier that evening.
"Ah, but you're not the one who will be sleeping on the couch for a week."
"All right," Jubilee relented, taking a sip of water.
"I'll think about it, though. Maybe when you're off the crutches."
"You'd really give me driving lessons?"
"Well, I was hoping Logan would volunteer since he has the healing factor and
all. . .." He could not hide the smile. "But yeah, I'd be willing to give you
some lessons."
"Wow. Cool. Thanks, Scott."
"No problem."
Just then, the waitress approached the table. "Well, I see you two managed to
pack it all away."
"She's got a wooden leg," Scott said, pointing to Jubilee.
The waitress laughed. "Can I get you anything else?"
"No, just the check please."
"You two have a good night," she replied, putting the bill on the table.
Scott scanned it a moment before pulling some bills out of his wallet. "You
ready to head home?" he asked, putting a generous tip under a plate.
"Yep," Jubilee replied, reaching for her crutches.
Scott got up and waited for her to arrange the braces before slowly heading for
the cash register.
"Hey, Scott?"
"Hmm?"
"I had a really good time tonight. Thanks."
He smiled. "You're welcome. I had a good time, too."
"We should, like, you know, maybe try to do stuff like this again sometime."
"Anytime, Jubilee. Anytime."
End Chapter 6
*****