The Definition of Love

Disclaimer: I don't own the X-Men, the Good word is owned by everyone who believes, I also do not make money by writing these stories.

Dedication: to my Mother-Donna and my Love-Damon.

Note: If you have not noticed I love to use Jubilee and Wolverine in my stories basically because their relationship is so pure. I like them any way I can get them- friends, father/daughter, lovers, whatever... I hope that everyone keeps an open mind about this story. I tried my best to show what I feel in my soul to be a real love, sex has nothing to do with it.

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She looked at them in horror, the utter thought of killing Wolverine too painful for her mind to process. Worst of all, she had no one to help her argue against this line of action. Scott was the ever mindful Leader hell bent on protecting 'the greater Good". Jean, the Professor and Betsy, relying far too heavily on their mutant abilities, have come to the conclusion that little else can be done for Logan. Remy's only testimony in all of this was the blood pouring out of his side from the deep gash Logan gave him during their confrontation in the woods. The others, not knowing any better sided with Scott.

There was nobody else to help her pled his case, Kitty was in London and Amiko in Japan. She could not breath fast enough to push out her passionate words. Scott only looked at the junior X-Woman with a small amount of regret, but his mind was made up, if Logan so much as grawled he was dead.

Storm was wordless, Nightcrawler prayed, Rogue was in tears, Beast attended to Remy's wounds, Emma only shook her head. They humored her words that were so eloquently spoken even Charles was impressed, but her demands for justice fell on deaf ears. Remy had not been Logan's only victim, a hunter camping in the woods was found dead earlier today, right around the time Logan went completely feral. Though the news broadcast had been verge about how the man died everyone feared the worst.

He had been fighting this for years, he thought he had it under control, so did Jubilee. There was a day not so long ago when she ventured into those same woods looking for him. He had been stripped of his adamantium, his humanity, and his faith. She fearlessly walked into those woods and hugged him. She hugged a murder, a liar, a drunkard, a part time womanizer and her best friend. None of his evils, though she knew of them, mattered to her when she embraced him. She offered to stay, to take care of him, he refused her. He wanted her to be more than he was, she wanted to be just like him. The thing was, as different as they are they are both the same, strong.

Her face had turned red, she was crying but did not know it, her fist were closed tight, she'd make them listen. She had to, they could not do this to him, didn't they understand how much she loved him and he her. Damn them all. She looked around the Ready Room, now void of Remy, Rogue and Beast, their eyes held the same stern determination to commit this crime against her. Grinding her teeth she ran from the room, they called after her. She would not respond.

The woods were dark, but it was only five in the evening. She looked to the sky, the sun was covered by thick grey rain clouds, this was not Storm's doing this was nature's gift. Soon the sky opened up and the rain mixed bitterly with her tears as she ran through the woods not knowing where to find him, only knowing this direction felt so right.

The ground was thick as it transformed to mud, the sun that had given her dim illumination had now vanished to the west. The rain continued. She ran on ignoring the pain in her side and the grawling in her empty stomach. Actually the grawling was a comfort that remindered her of him.

With a flashlight in her hand and the suit she wore to graduation earlier that day, she trudged through the syrupy mud not really enjoying this Mulder and Scully moment. Especially considering her 'Mulder' was currently a knuckle dragging, snarling, grawling, fang baring man-beast in a seriously pissed off feral mood.

She brokeout of the woods into a small clearing, no bigger than her bedroom. She was about to run across when she heard his breathing. Heavy, deep, and beastlike. He was laying near a dead fallen tree truck, asleep. She smiled, he was so peaceful, like a baby. If situations had been different she would have hugged up next to him and joined in his nap.

She walked over to him slowly, but not fearfully. Animals can smell fear and weakness, they hunt by it. On those nature programs they both loved to watch, she had noticed that the hunting animal always went for the weakest or sickest in the herd. She would not be his prey, she was not afraid of him. That was Remy's mistake, the Cajun became afraid and began to respond to Logan fearfully and defensively. Logan attacked Remy in order to defend himself from a fearful enemy. Kill or be killed. Why she understood his actions in such detail she was unsure of, but from the moment she found him on that cross in the Land Down Under the knowledge of Logan's nature has been with her.

She ran a wet hand across his slick hairy arm, the fur was softer than normal. He flinched then leapt to his feet knocking her to the ground. He stood over her grawling and beating his chest. In her soul she knew if he wanted her dead she'd be playing a harp by now. She slowly but confidently picked herself up off the muddy ground and looked him in his eyes.

"Wolvie," she asked? He only looked at her, a low grawl rumbling in his throat, "It's me Jubes." Tears weld up in her eyes again, even now he looked beautiful to her , because she could see his noble soul shine through the breast it was trapped in. He galloped over to her, his knuckles dragged in the mud making a swirling trail next to his footprints.

He stopped only a few feet in front of her, their eyes locked forever in a second. She reached out and captured his twisted face in the palms of her hands. He purred like a kitten, she came closer, he purred louder. She embraced him. His chest expanded and contracted heavily as he breathed, his purring grew louder. She would have laughted if not for the seriousness of all this.

A man was dead, Remy was hurt, Logan had to answer for that. She placed her chin on top his head and breathed him in, he smelled clean, washed by the rain. She ignored his nudity, she'd seen it before. He twitched as the smell of the others filled his nose. They were scared and angry, confused and vengeful. He tried to brake free of Jubilee but she fought him tightening her grip, soothing him with strokes and kisses.

Scott and the others looked on in awesome wonder when they finally saw them tied together in a tender embrace. She looked at them with threatening eyes, her hand twitched with the heat of her abilities. They followed her as she lead the man beast home, marveling at how he responded to her every word as if trained.

That night Jean walked into Med Lab in search of Jubilee. The only light was coming from Logan's observation bed. She made her way over to the bed having spotted Jubilee. She and Logan were snuggled up next to each other quietly sleeping like children. The sight of them reminded Jean of the story of Beauty and The Beast. Jubilee was so small and beautiful, Logan was big and dangerous.

Jean had planned on waking Jubilee, sending her to her old bedroom to get a decent night's sleep, but she changed her mind. Logan wouldn't be here much longer, Jubilee might not have that much time left with her Wolvie. At least not until he came back.

The news reported that the man in the woods the police had found dead earlier had been accidently shot by another hunter, that was more than a relief. Remy's injuries would heal in time. But would Logan's? Once he fully returned to his 'normal' state she knew his guilt would consume him causing a knee jerk running response. Thus breaking Jubilee's heart one more time.

Jean sat down in a chair next to them and watched them sleep, never had she seen a more peaceful pair. She glanced over at the night stand next to her, a bible lay open with a picture tucked in the crease. She lifted it, really to close it, but the photo caught her eye. Logan and Jubilee sitting on his motorcycle about to go for a ride. They came back two weeks later having been on some wild adventure thanks in part to Gateway.

The photo brought a series of questions to her mind.
Why did Logan always leave only come back, usually for Jubilee?
Why does she always accept him with open arms when he did return?
How is it that Jubilee can deal with him so easily?
How is it that Logan can deal with her?
Why did she help him off the Reaver's cross?
Why is Gateway so interested in the two of them?
Why did he allow her to get so close?
Why did she want to?

Jean allowed her eyes to travel across the pages of the bible until something else caught her eye. First Corinthians chapter 13 verses 4 to 8 reads-
Love is patient and kind
It is not jealous or conceited or proud
Love is not ill-mannered or selfish or irritable
Love does not keep record of wrongs
Love is not happy with evil but is happy with the truth
Love never gives up
And it's faith, hope and patience never fail
Love is eternal

As Jean finished the verse she glanced up at them again. "Oh," she softly sighed while leaning back in the chair now satisfied with the answer to her guestions.

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I used a modern English version of the bible.