Sessions Part 8
Author: Jozzy
Rating: PG (Wolverine drinks)
Pairing: W/J
Summary: Conclusion to Sessions
Part 8
He was no longer allowed to take Jubilee to her sessions.
When they fount out that sometimes he listened in, everyone was furious. Because he knew more than they did.
He couldn't help it though, he thirsted for knowledge about this woman.
Woman...no longer a girl. Developing hips and breasts.
He wanted to know everything.
Especially about that Daemon punk. He hated that guy.
At first he hated him for convincing his little Jubilee that he was the bad guy. But then during one session, when he had listened, his hate had morphed. Now he hated him for being what he himself could not be, had not been to, Jubilee.
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They went out. Together.
It was the first time in forever. They took the jeep because Jubilee did not want to have to hold on to Logan at the back of his bike.
She had wanted to see the bar again. It was more home to her than most places in New York. More than the mansion ever was.
She didn't remember the first time she had been to the Harry's. Just that she had been going there forever.
They had played pool. Jubilee won a hundred bucks of of Logan. He was shocked.
She had chocolate milk...still to young to drink.
He had ten beers.
After the sixth he had begun to call her Darlin'.
After ten he had tried to dance with her.
She started a bar fight and they had to rush back to the mansion. Out run the police. Jubilee had driven them. Logan turned on the radio, loud. Onto a country station filled with anger and broken hearts.
He walked her to her door. They stood in front of it for a while. Then she had entered without saying good night.
He stooped beside the door, head bowed. Pulled out a cigar and settled in for the night.
He would wait for his good night.
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End