Mystical 3/3
I don't own the X-Men, Valencia and Master Yurobi are my creations.
Logan takes over narrating duties for most the last chapter, like I said this will not end the way you think.
Some of the text comes from Wolverine #75.
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Heat. That was all I felt. Then I was home, again. My ears were ringing.
In the back of my mind I could hear the gentle voice of one of the greatest men I have ever know slipping away, seeping into my mind, like water into a sponge. Another voice, sweet and wise, danced just in the forefront of my thoughts.
Their words were on the tip of my mental tongue, but I couldn't understand them. Like someone yelling at me during an explosion, I can see their mouths move, by their expression I can tell that what they are saying is important, but my ears just can't process them over all the noise.
*God, My hands hurt,* I said to myself while I looked at the calm waters of the pond.
"...you have to relax and let your body heal itself," Jubilee told me in her best 'do like I tell ya' voice. Jubilee?
She raddled on for a few more seconds about the orders Moira gave her. Moira? Why didn't that name sound right. Then she munched her popcorn, muttering something, that sounded too familiar to be new.
She pitched two or three kernels into the still pond causing little ripples. Something was wrong. "What's buggin' ya, Darlin'," I asked from under my hat? God, what's buggin' her, what was buggin' me? As soon as the words fell out my mouth a tingle crept up my spine. My hurting spine.
She, in her 'Oh-me-I'm-fine-no-worries' voice proceeded to tell me she was okay. "Suit yerself Darlin'," I said, I knew damn well what was wrong, she had just run up against her parents killers, but there was somethin' else in that voice of her's, and even that seemed younger than it should be.
She stiffened, I was 'spose to dig, find out what was wrong. Finally, she paffed me...and I ducked. I ducked. Like I knew it was coming, but there was no warning. She was a master of 'sneak paffing' even me, but I ducked like I saw it coming. Funny thing was she looked at me like it didn't surprise her.
I sat back up and saw my bandaged hands. I looked at her somewhat confused, I had my adamantium pulled out by Magneto...'kay. But....
SCHUKK, I popped my bone claws out, ripping the bandages and looked at her again, "You're worried about your powers ugh Darlin', scared of what you can do now.... Hell Darlin' there are things..."
"About yourself, you don't even know like how c'me your claws are bone," she said mournfully said. How did she know I was gonna say that? We're close as close can be but I never remember her being able to do that before.
An orange butterfly danced by, then gracefully landed on the tip of my claw. We both just looked at it, awestruck. Jubilee was the first to shake this weird nutso feelin'. "How can your hands heal if you keep...," she asked?
I got to my feet, I was scaring her, hell I was scaring myself. I moved towards the house, like normal she tagged along. "So it stopped hurting," she asked? Just as I drew my breath to grunt a 'no', "It couldn't have, it still hurts doesn't it, oh Wolvie, you gotta stop." I turned around and stared her down, her innocent face was twisted with concern and worry.
"Darlin'..." I couldn't find any words to say to her, I felt like I should be saying something. Last words, a final goodbye. I was leaving tonight, no fanfare, just slip out 'round two in the morning, less questions, less tears. She ran up to me, concern turning her beautiful blue eyes a sad midnight color.
I pulled out a stoogie and started lookin' for my lighter, without warning a pin point stream of hot plasma sailed right for the tip. I puffed a few drags and looked down at her, her mind had drifted away for a second then she came back.
"You...you're..." her eyes lowered to the ground, a glassy pool of forming tears gathered in her eyes.
"Darlin'," I took her by the chin, forcing her eyes to mine.
"I guess my little problems don't really mean much, uh," she proclaimed as her face turned red. I could feel heat comin' off her blushing cheeks. A small tear ran down her face, causing me to hug her close.
"Darlin' they mean somethin' to me," we walked back to the house, I did most of the talkin'. Told her everything was gonna be okay, that Charles could help her, with her problems and her powers, like he helped me. She just looked at me, then bolted off....
That night, I couldn't find her anywhere, not in her room, the den, the danger room, or at the pond. I didn't want to alert the house, but I was starting to worry. That was until about 9:30 when she wondered back into the house. Her eyes heavy with something I had never seen in them before. She bypassed everyone's questions and concerned glances as she went to her room.
That night, I packed up my stuff and wrote my letters of goodbye to everyone, but her. No matter what I wrote it all sounded like excuses. Telling her I would miss her seemed empty, even though it was true. Telling her to stick with Charles sounded hypocritical, because I wasn't, I was leaving. Excuses.
Finally, I scribbled, 'I love you' and 'you mean the world to me kiddo', cliches but it was the best I could muster. I started a pot of coffee and left their letters in the kitchen, expect for Jubes's. I needed to see her one last time.
I crept back upstairs and stopped outside her door. Listening for any signs that she might be up, I heard nothing but her gentle breathing as she slept.
I turned the nob and went in. It only took a second for my eyes to adjust to the darkness. She was sleeping with Bamf. God she was beautiful, how did I get so lucky to have her love me? I stood over her, note in hand. Tears started to dribble down my face. Brushing them away, I took off my hat and rested it on her favorite stuffed bear, we won it at the county fair last year.
Tucking the note next to the hat and bear, I turned to leave. "Wolvie," I heard her weak sleepy voice call after me. I froze in my tracks. I could hear her pulling back her comforter and her feet hitting the carpet with a start. I turned around and saw her fully dressed fumbling with her tennis shoes.
"What in flamin' hell you doin' kid?"
"You leavin', I am leavin' too," her voice was low. I watched her gather up her yellow coat and a duffle bag. She yanked the hat off the bear and smashed it on the top of my head and pulled me through the house by my arm.
"Darlin' you can't...I won't..." I tried to protest, "How did you know?"
She turned around and smiled, it didn't matter. "C'mon, you want me to go right?"
"What do I want?"
Next day....
"Mornin' Rogue," Jean's cheery voice broke the silence in the kitchen. Jean waited for her team mate to greet her, but she was engrossed in whatever the piece of paper in her hand said.
Annoyed, Jean walked over and began to read along---
Dear Guys,
I know you will be mad at me, but this is for the best. I have to leave, as it stands I am little if any good to the team without my adamantium and my healing factor.
Scott I know I don't have to tell you to take care of Jeanie, you been doing it all these years.
Gambit, stay out of trouble and watch out for Rogue, she loves you. Don't be foolish by ignoring that.
Bobby, Hank, and Warren, you guys were the best drinking partners a man could have.
Storm, you are one of the most loving people I have ever meant and your friendship is one of the highlights in my sad life. I'll love you always.
Charles, thanks.
As for the rest of y'all, know that no matter where I am, I'll miss y'all.
By the time you get this note you will have noticed that Jubilee is gone too. She's with me. I won't get us into any fixes I can't get us out of, I'd lay my life down before I see her hurt. That's why I had to take her.
Logan and Jubes
Outside the kitchen window....
An orange butterfly comes to rest on a large boulder in Storm's garden. A warm light radiates off of it and suddenly an angelic form appears. Smiling Valencia says, "Finally, I was wondering how many times they would have to repeat the last five years before they got it right....shesssh."
----end
I don't own the X-Men, Valencia and Master Yurobi are my creations.
Logan takes over narrating duties for most the last chapter, like I said this will not end the way you think.
Some of the text comes from Wolverine #75.
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Heat. That was all I felt. Then I was home, again. My ears were ringing.
In the back of my mind I could hear the gentle voice of one of the greatest men I have ever know slipping away, seeping into my mind, like water into a sponge. Another voice, sweet and wise, danced just in the forefront of my thoughts.
Their words were on the tip of my mental tongue, but I couldn't understand them. Like someone yelling at me during an explosion, I can see their mouths move, by their expression I can tell that what they are saying is important, but my ears just can't process them over all the noise.
*God, My hands hurt,* I said to myself while I looked at the calm waters of the pond.
"...you have to relax and let your body heal itself," Jubilee told me in her best 'do like I tell ya' voice. Jubilee?
She raddled on for a few more seconds about the orders Moira gave her. Moira? Why didn't that name sound right. Then she munched her popcorn, muttering something, that sounded too familiar to be new.
She pitched two or three kernels into the still pond causing little ripples. Something was wrong. "What's buggin' ya, Darlin'," I asked from under my hat? God, what's buggin' her, what was buggin' me? As soon as the words fell out my mouth a tingle crept up my spine. My hurting spine.
She, in her 'Oh-me-I'm-fine-no-worries' voice proceeded to tell me she was okay. "Suit yerself Darlin'," I said, I knew damn well what was wrong, she had just run up against her parents killers, but there was somethin' else in that voice of her's, and even that seemed younger than it should be.
She stiffened, I was 'spose to dig, find out what was wrong. Finally, she paffed me...and I ducked. I ducked. Like I knew it was coming, but there was no warning. She was a master of 'sneak paffing' even me, but I ducked like I saw it coming. Funny thing was she looked at me like it didn't surprise her.
I sat back up and saw my bandaged hands. I looked at her somewhat confused, I had my adamantium pulled out by Magneto...'kay. But....
SCHUKK, I popped my bone claws out, ripping the bandages and looked at her again, "You're worried about your powers ugh Darlin', scared of what you can do now.... Hell Darlin' there are things..."
"About yourself, you don't even know like how c'me your claws are bone," she said mournfully said. How did she know I was gonna say that? We're close as close can be but I never remember her being able to do that before.
An orange butterfly danced by, then gracefully landed on the tip of my claw. We both just looked at it, awestruck. Jubilee was the first to shake this weird nutso feelin'. "How can your hands heal if you keep...," she asked?
I got to my feet, I was scaring her, hell I was scaring myself. I moved towards the house, like normal she tagged along. "So it stopped hurting," she asked? Just as I drew my breath to grunt a 'no', "It couldn't have, it still hurts doesn't it, oh Wolvie, you gotta stop." I turned around and stared her down, her innocent face was twisted with concern and worry.
"Darlin'..." I couldn't find any words to say to her, I felt like I should be saying something. Last words, a final goodbye. I was leaving tonight, no fanfare, just slip out 'round two in the morning, less questions, less tears. She ran up to me, concern turning her beautiful blue eyes a sad midnight color.
I pulled out a stoogie and started lookin' for my lighter, without warning a pin point stream of hot plasma sailed right for the tip. I puffed a few drags and looked down at her, her mind had drifted away for a second then she came back.
"You...you're..." her eyes lowered to the ground, a glassy pool of forming tears gathered in her eyes.
"Darlin'," I took her by the chin, forcing her eyes to mine.
"I guess my little problems don't really mean much, uh," she proclaimed as her face turned red. I could feel heat comin' off her blushing cheeks. A small tear ran down her face, causing me to hug her close.
"Darlin' they mean somethin' to me," we walked back to the house, I did most of the talkin'. Told her everything was gonna be okay, that Charles could help her, with her problems and her powers, like he helped me. She just looked at me, then bolted off....
That night, I couldn't find her anywhere, not in her room, the den, the danger room, or at the pond. I didn't want to alert the house, but I was starting to worry. That was until about 9:30 when she wondered back into the house. Her eyes heavy with something I had never seen in them before. She bypassed everyone's questions and concerned glances as she went to her room.
That night, I packed up my stuff and wrote my letters of goodbye to everyone, but her. No matter what I wrote it all sounded like excuses. Telling her I would miss her seemed empty, even though it was true. Telling her to stick with Charles sounded hypocritical, because I wasn't, I was leaving. Excuses.
Finally, I scribbled, 'I love you' and 'you mean the world to me kiddo', cliches but it was the best I could muster. I started a pot of coffee and left their letters in the kitchen, expect for Jubes's. I needed to see her one last time.
I crept back upstairs and stopped outside her door. Listening for any signs that she might be up, I heard nothing but her gentle breathing as she slept.
I turned the nob and went in. It only took a second for my eyes to adjust to the darkness. She was sleeping with Bamf. God she was beautiful, how did I get so lucky to have her love me? I stood over her, note in hand. Tears started to dribble down my face. Brushing them away, I took off my hat and rested it on her favorite stuffed bear, we won it at the county fair last year.
Tucking the note next to the hat and bear, I turned to leave. "Wolvie," I heard her weak sleepy voice call after me. I froze in my tracks. I could hear her pulling back her comforter and her feet hitting the carpet with a start. I turned around and saw her fully dressed fumbling with her tennis shoes.
"What in flamin' hell you doin' kid?"
"You leavin', I am leavin' too," her voice was low. I watched her gather up her yellow coat and a duffle bag. She yanked the hat off the bear and smashed it on the top of my head and pulled me through the house by my arm.
"Darlin' you can't...I won't..." I tried to protest, "How did you know?"
She turned around and smiled, it didn't matter. "C'mon, you want me to go right?"
"What do I want?"
Next day....
"Mornin' Rogue," Jean's cheery voice broke the silence in the kitchen. Jean waited for her team mate to greet her, but she was engrossed in whatever the piece of paper in her hand said.
Annoyed, Jean walked over and began to read along---
Dear Guys,
I know you will be mad at me, but this is for the best. I have to leave, as it stands I am little if any good to the team without my adamantium and my healing factor.
Scott I know I don't have to tell you to take care of Jeanie, you been doing it all these years.
Gambit, stay out of trouble and watch out for Rogue, she loves you. Don't be foolish by ignoring that.
Bobby, Hank, and Warren, you guys were the best drinking partners a man could have.
Storm, you are one of the most loving people I have ever meant and your friendship is one of the highlights in my sad life. I'll love you always.
Charles, thanks.
As for the rest of y'all, know that no matter where I am, I'll miss y'all.
By the time you get this note you will have noticed that Jubilee is gone too. She's with me. I won't get us into any fixes I can't get us out of, I'd lay my life down before I see her hurt. That's why I had to take her.
Logan and Jubes
Outside the kitchen window....
An orange butterfly comes to rest on a large boulder in Storm's garden. A warm light radiates off of it and suddenly an angelic form appears. Smiling Valencia says, "Finally, I was wondering how many times they would have to repeat the last five years before they got it right....shesssh."
----end