A THIEF IN THE NIGHT
Disclaimer: Don't you just love repeating yourself over and over again? Well I'll do it again just for the fun of it. The X-Men belongs to Marvel. All execept Gambit, he's mine with his cute little cajun self.(Whoa where did that come from?) If you sue you'll just get maybe a penny and some lint, but hey it's all yours if you want it.
Author's Note: I forgot to mention that Jubilee is going to be (gasp) eighteen. Like one reviewer said, Jubes been thirteen like forever. So there Marvel. If you don't like it Marvel you can just bite me. Oh thanks to everyone for letting me know about my mistakes in the last story. I promise that it won't happen again, and I even promise to spell check. Hope you guys weren't too mad at me though.
Anyway let the story begin.
Lately Bobby Drake had been an emotional wreck. He'd been down and out since the unexpected death of one of his closest friends. He felt like he should've been there. Colossuss would have been there if the situation had been reversed, but it wasn't and he'd let down his friend by not being there for him in a time of need. To be honest Bobby had only a few close friends, even with a mansion full of people.
Losing Colossuss made Bobby think of all the times they shared. He thought of all the things they went through, and how his face would light up a room. The more he thought about it the more angry he became at Colossuss. He felt that Colossuss could have had anything that he ever wanted, and he gave it all up.
Colossuss could've had any woman he wanted. He could've been a great artist as well. Hell he could even pass for a normal human, a good looking one at that. It was always said that Colossuss had the heart of a poet, and it was true. So innocent and pure. Rogue had lovingly given him the nick name "Petey Pureheart", and that description had fit him to a tee. So unexpected his death was, Bobby felt like he'd never stop mourning.
Being in this type of buisness, protecting both mankind and mutants alike, is a very dangerous profession. One would expect one to die in the line of duty. Yet, Colossuss chosed to take himself out of the game, before a replacement could even be sent in the game. Did he hate life so much, that he had to take his own life? Was he still grieving over the death of his sister Ilyiana? What was going on with him and Kitty, and did he still blame himself for their breakup?
A ton of questions rolled around in Bobby's mind, and his heart broke with every question that he couldn't answer. Questions that he would never get an answer to, and it was at the point where he curled up in his bed and cried. No it wasn't just a tear or two that he shed. He cried and mirrored the pain that he felt in his heart. So broken his heart, so broken his soul, that he didn't even care who heard his cries. He wanted Colossuss to hear his anguish. Bobby wanted him to feel his pain, so he laid in his bed and cried.
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Wolverine and Storm were in the kitchen eating breafast when Jubilee entered into the kitchen. She walked around to the refrigerator, and fished out her favorite cereals, and noticed that half of the box was almost empty.
" Gee I know that you don't like the cereal that Scott buys, but do you guys have to eat up all mine?"
Jubilee then sat down at the table, and began pouring her cereal in the small bowel. She glanced around the table for the milk, when she noticed both Storm and Wolverine looking at her oddly.
"What?"
Storm grabbed her cup of apple juice and pointed towards Jubilee's face.
"Jubilee it appears that you are a little flushed."
"Has that cajun been making the moves on ya, cause if he has I'll kill him!"
"Wolvie! Why would you think someting like that. Although I wouldn't mind if he did."
"Over my dead body!"
"Wolvie green isn't your color."
"What tha hell is that supposed to mean?"
"Like you don't know."
"Storm what is she blabbing about?"
Storm looked at Logan like his head was hanging on a stick, and gave him a look of sympathy.
She finally swallowed her food, and glanced over at Wolverine.
"What Jubilee is implying, is that you my dear friend is well jealous."
"So what's that got to do with something being green?"
Both Storm and Jubilee sighed at the same time,and looked at each other. They both fought hard not to laugh, but couldn't contain their laughter. Between laughs Storm finally found the strenght to clarify what Jubilee had meant.
"Logan what Jubilee meant was that you are simply green with envy."
The howls of laughter started up again, and Wolverine looked at the women with a look of confusion.
"Envious of tha cajun? No way bub."
As the laughter continued, Wolverine stood up and left the table. The laughing grew even more louder as Wolverine mumbled a few displeasantries at the two women. He walked down the long wooden hallway, heading to his room, when he heard the cries of Iceman. He cocked his head to the side, listening to the wails of the young X-Man.
One part of him wanted to just ignore Iceman, and head on to his room. While the other half wanted to help a friend in need. A long time ago Jubilee had pulled him off of a cruxifiction stake, and he begged her for help. Being the kind of person that she was, she helped him down with no questions asked. She had taught him the value of being a true friend, especially when there was a friend in need of help. Wolverine knew that men in general will never ask for help, unless their deseperate or either dying. Logan knew that Iceman wasn't dying, but it was clear that he shouldn't be alone right now.
Wolverine changed directions and headed towards Bobby's room. It was then that Wolverine smelled it. It was an old familar scent that made his blood boiled. It seemed that he and Bobby would have to talk man to man a little later on. Right now he had to find where one of the most deadlist villians was hiding. He turned and ran down the hallway and out the door, sniffing out the smell of the man called Victor Creed.
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After I ate my Cereal I went back to my bedroom. I went directly to my closet, and tried to find something decent to wear. As I pushed aside oufit after outfit, I started to laugh when I spotted my Teletubby T-shirt and lime green jeans.
*How could he even think I was serious enough to wear this is beyond me. Then again I did actually pay good money for this outfit.
I finally found the perfect outfit that I wanted to wear. It was a casual red midriff shirt, that would also show some cleavage. Then I had the tightest fitting leather red pants. They showed off everything, and it was sure enough going to turn some heads. Especially my backside, considering that I was also going to be wearing my thong underwear.
So what if I was going to the movies with Bobby, that still didn't mean that I couldn't leave with the phone number of some other hottie. Me and Bobby were friends and nothing more. Besides I already knew for a fact that if Bobbo saw someone he'd like, then I was pretty much stuck out. Like that time back in 95', when we went to the movies. There he met some skank in a tight purple catsuit, and she was definatly a Prince fanatic. Anyway he saw her, and left me. I thought that he was going to at least pick me up after the movie was over. Oh no not Mr. Bobby Drake. He left me there waiting, until I had enough of waiting for him. I had to call Wolvie to come and pick me up.
It was so funny though, because when Bobby got home Wolvie must of chased him around the house for hours. Just thinking about it made me laugh out loud. I secretly prayed that he wouldn't find some hootchie momma tonight, to hang all over this time. I wanted it just to be us two, enjoying a movie, with no interuptions. He needed a friend right now, and not some slut who'd only make him more confused. Tonight I promise I'll be that friend if he'd only let me, and stop keeping me an arms lenght away.*
I walked over to my dresser to choose the perfume that I was going to wear. A girl has to smell good ya know, and so I sprayed bottle after bottle. That's until I settled on Elizabeth Taylor's White Diamond.
I tossed my outfit on the bed and grabbed the iron, so that I could iron my shirt. It was then that I saw it.
"Wolviiiieeeeeee!"
It seemed like it took Wolverine about one minute to dart to my room. He entered the room was was hit with a wave of diffrent scents, that was almost too much for his sensitive nose to bear. He looked around frantically like a mad man, and grabbed Jubilee in his arms.
"Darlin what is it?"
"Kill it please please just kill it!"
"Jubes, kill what?"
"Spider. Oh my Gawd it was like so huge, and hairy. EWWWW gross there it is there!! Kill it!"
Logan walked over to the small house spider and raised his left foot and then stepped on it destroying any life that it might have had.
"Don't call me again unless it's important. We've got a life and death situation on our hands, and you're playin around, and for Pete's sake open up a window. What are you trying to do kill me?"
With that Wolverine ran out of the room, not even looking back. Jubilee crossed both of her arms across her chest, and she disapprovingly mimiced the latter words of Wolverine.
"What are you trying to do kill me?"
In an instant Jubilee felt an cold hard hand cover her mouth. She tried fighting but it seemed useless. She tried shooting him with her powers, but he was always one step ahead of her.
"Thought you never ask, and thanks for spraying all the perfume back there. Tha runt didn't even know I was in here. I guess I got what I've come for. Let's book, and quit squirming. I forgot my belt, and you're making my pants fall down."
With that being said, Sabretooth jumpped out of the three story window, with Jubilee struggling in his arms. He landed like a cat, and took off like a thief in the night.
Disclaimer: Don't you just love repeating yourself over and over again? Well I'll do it again just for the fun of it. The X-Men belongs to Marvel. All execept Gambit, he's mine with his cute little cajun self.(Whoa where did that come from?) If you sue you'll just get maybe a penny and some lint, but hey it's all yours if you want it.
Author's Note: I forgot to mention that Jubilee is going to be (gasp) eighteen. Like one reviewer said, Jubes been thirteen like forever. So there Marvel. If you don't like it Marvel you can just bite me. Oh thanks to everyone for letting me know about my mistakes in the last story. I promise that it won't happen again, and I even promise to spell check. Hope you guys weren't too mad at me though.
Anyway let the story begin.
Lately Bobby Drake had been an emotional wreck. He'd been down and out since the unexpected death of one of his closest friends. He felt like he should've been there. Colossuss would have been there if the situation had been reversed, but it wasn't and he'd let down his friend by not being there for him in a time of need. To be honest Bobby had only a few close friends, even with a mansion full of people.
Losing Colossuss made Bobby think of all the times they shared. He thought of all the things they went through, and how his face would light up a room. The more he thought about it the more angry he became at Colossuss. He felt that Colossuss could have had anything that he ever wanted, and he gave it all up.
Colossuss could've had any woman he wanted. He could've been a great artist as well. Hell he could even pass for a normal human, a good looking one at that. It was always said that Colossuss had the heart of a poet, and it was true. So innocent and pure. Rogue had lovingly given him the nick name "Petey Pureheart", and that description had fit him to a tee. So unexpected his death was, Bobby felt like he'd never stop mourning.
Being in this type of buisness, protecting both mankind and mutants alike, is a very dangerous profession. One would expect one to die in the line of duty. Yet, Colossuss chosed to take himself out of the game, before a replacement could even be sent in the game. Did he hate life so much, that he had to take his own life? Was he still grieving over the death of his sister Ilyiana? What was going on with him and Kitty, and did he still blame himself for their breakup?
A ton of questions rolled around in Bobby's mind, and his heart broke with every question that he couldn't answer. Questions that he would never get an answer to, and it was at the point where he curled up in his bed and cried. No it wasn't just a tear or two that he shed. He cried and mirrored the pain that he felt in his heart. So broken his heart, so broken his soul, that he didn't even care who heard his cries. He wanted Colossuss to hear his anguish. Bobby wanted him to feel his pain, so he laid in his bed and cried.
***********
Wolverine and Storm were in the kitchen eating breafast when Jubilee entered into the kitchen. She walked around to the refrigerator, and fished out her favorite cereals, and noticed that half of the box was almost empty.
" Gee I know that you don't like the cereal that Scott buys, but do you guys have to eat up all mine?"
Jubilee then sat down at the table, and began pouring her cereal in the small bowel. She glanced around the table for the milk, when she noticed both Storm and Wolverine looking at her oddly.
"What?"
Storm grabbed her cup of apple juice and pointed towards Jubilee's face.
"Jubilee it appears that you are a little flushed."
"Has that cajun been making the moves on ya, cause if he has I'll kill him!"
"Wolvie! Why would you think someting like that. Although I wouldn't mind if he did."
"Over my dead body!"
"Wolvie green isn't your color."
"What tha hell is that supposed to mean?"
"Like you don't know."
"Storm what is she blabbing about?"
Storm looked at Logan like his head was hanging on a stick, and gave him a look of sympathy.
She finally swallowed her food, and glanced over at Wolverine.
"What Jubilee is implying, is that you my dear friend is well jealous."
"So what's that got to do with something being green?"
Both Storm and Jubilee sighed at the same time,and looked at each other. They both fought hard not to laugh, but couldn't contain their laughter. Between laughs Storm finally found the strenght to clarify what Jubilee had meant.
"Logan what Jubilee meant was that you are simply green with envy."
The howls of laughter started up again, and Wolverine looked at the women with a look of confusion.
"Envious of tha cajun? No way bub."
As the laughter continued, Wolverine stood up and left the table. The laughing grew even more louder as Wolverine mumbled a few displeasantries at the two women. He walked down the long wooden hallway, heading to his room, when he heard the cries of Iceman. He cocked his head to the side, listening to the wails of the young X-Man.
One part of him wanted to just ignore Iceman, and head on to his room. While the other half wanted to help a friend in need. A long time ago Jubilee had pulled him off of a cruxifiction stake, and he begged her for help. Being the kind of person that she was, she helped him down with no questions asked. She had taught him the value of being a true friend, especially when there was a friend in need of help. Wolverine knew that men in general will never ask for help, unless their deseperate or either dying. Logan knew that Iceman wasn't dying, but it was clear that he shouldn't be alone right now.
Wolverine changed directions and headed towards Bobby's room. It was then that Wolverine smelled it. It was an old familar scent that made his blood boiled. It seemed that he and Bobby would have to talk man to man a little later on. Right now he had to find where one of the most deadlist villians was hiding. He turned and ran down the hallway and out the door, sniffing out the smell of the man called Victor Creed.
*********
After I ate my Cereal I went back to my bedroom. I went directly to my closet, and tried to find something decent to wear. As I pushed aside oufit after outfit, I started to laugh when I spotted my Teletubby T-shirt and lime green jeans.
*How could he even think I was serious enough to wear this is beyond me. Then again I did actually pay good money for this outfit.
I finally found the perfect outfit that I wanted to wear. It was a casual red midriff shirt, that would also show some cleavage. Then I had the tightest fitting leather red pants. They showed off everything, and it was sure enough going to turn some heads. Especially my backside, considering that I was also going to be wearing my thong underwear.
So what if I was going to the movies with Bobby, that still didn't mean that I couldn't leave with the phone number of some other hottie. Me and Bobby were friends and nothing more. Besides I already knew for a fact that if Bobbo saw someone he'd like, then I was pretty much stuck out. Like that time back in 95', when we went to the movies. There he met some skank in a tight purple catsuit, and she was definatly a Prince fanatic. Anyway he saw her, and left me. I thought that he was going to at least pick me up after the movie was over. Oh no not Mr. Bobby Drake. He left me there waiting, until I had enough of waiting for him. I had to call Wolvie to come and pick me up.
It was so funny though, because when Bobby got home Wolvie must of chased him around the house for hours. Just thinking about it made me laugh out loud. I secretly prayed that he wouldn't find some hootchie momma tonight, to hang all over this time. I wanted it just to be us two, enjoying a movie, with no interuptions. He needed a friend right now, and not some slut who'd only make him more confused. Tonight I promise I'll be that friend if he'd only let me, and stop keeping me an arms lenght away.*
I walked over to my dresser to choose the perfume that I was going to wear. A girl has to smell good ya know, and so I sprayed bottle after bottle. That's until I settled on Elizabeth Taylor's White Diamond.
I tossed my outfit on the bed and grabbed the iron, so that I could iron my shirt. It was then that I saw it.
"Wolviiiieeeeeee!"
It seemed like it took Wolverine about one minute to dart to my room. He entered the room was was hit with a wave of diffrent scents, that was almost too much for his sensitive nose to bear. He looked around frantically like a mad man, and grabbed Jubilee in his arms.
"Darlin what is it?"
"Kill it please please just kill it!"
"Jubes, kill what?"
"Spider. Oh my Gawd it was like so huge, and hairy. EWWWW gross there it is there!! Kill it!"
Logan walked over to the small house spider and raised his left foot and then stepped on it destroying any life that it might have had.
"Don't call me again unless it's important. We've got a life and death situation on our hands, and you're playin around, and for Pete's sake open up a window. What are you trying to do kill me?"
With that Wolverine ran out of the room, not even looking back. Jubilee crossed both of her arms across her chest, and she disapprovingly mimiced the latter words of Wolverine.
"What are you trying to do kill me?"
In an instant Jubilee felt an cold hard hand cover her mouth. She tried fighting but it seemed useless. She tried shooting him with her powers, but he was always one step ahead of her.
"Thought you never ask, and thanks for spraying all the perfume back there. Tha runt didn't even know I was in here. I guess I got what I've come for. Let's book, and quit squirming. I forgot my belt, and you're making my pants fall down."
With that being said, Sabretooth jumpped out of the three story window, with Jubilee struggling in his arms. He landed like a cat, and took off like a thief in the night.