Before I write part two, I know that the x-men more than likely have the technology to battle cancer. But since I do not know anything about this technology I will not write about it. Sorry, I only write about the facts that I do know. Well anyway, enjoy part two and thanks for all the helpful reviews you left me.
Quickly Logan regained his wits about him. "Shh, everything is going to be ok. Just relax and we will take care of this." He said while holding her close and stroking her hair. The gun was lying next to them forgotten. He couldn't help but to think that Jeanie should be here comforting Jubes other then himself. Sure she was his partner and they were close but wouldn't Jeanie be better at handling an emotional outburst? He didn't know what to do or say. All he wanted to do was run. No, he had to stay not run. He owed her that much.
Slowly her sobbing turned to gentle sniffs and hiccups. "Wolvie, I'm sorry. So sorry. I didn't mean for all this to happen."
He hugged her tighter to him. "Don't you ever be sorry. You have nothing to be sorry for, darlin'."
As if in her own little world she went on in a quiet monotone voice, "I don't understand."
He waited patiently for her to finish what she was saying, but when she didn't continue he prodded her to finish her thought. "Don't understand what?"
"Why me?" She asked quietly. She was slowly relaxing in his arms completely exhausted from her emotional state of mind.
His voice was almost coaxing he replied, "I don't know darlin'. I just don't know."
"Am I really that bad? Am I not meant for this world? Fist I get tortured, then I have to deal with creed. Now this cancer cells on top of everything else. Sometimes I just want it all to end. You know to start over. Have a good life, no mutant powers, no tortures, no creed, just happy boring Jubes."
"You would be bored Jubes with that life."
"No I wouldn't," she defended defensively.
He didn't have a reply to that one. He was still stuck on the thought that his Jubes was sick and hurting. A part of him wanted to be in denial. Wanted to tell himself; "No, not his Jubilee." His Jubilee was a healthy not sick.
"Wolvie, I'm just so sick and tired of living." With a sigh she relaxed against him completely. All the fight gone from her body. "Just leave me alone and let me die in peace."
A world without the smiles and pranks, a world without the Jubester. No! Never! He growled, his chest rumbling against her checks. "I don't ever want to hear you say that again! There is no way, and I mean no way that I will let you go. No matter what, I will not let you go."
She started to push herself away from him, but he just held on tighter. "What's the point, Logan? When things get tough you leave." Tears started to flow from her eyes again. "You always leave me, so what's the point of staying?" She half smiled, "For the first time it will be me leaving you first."
"Not this time, darlin'. It's nowhere near your time. This time I will do everything I can to stay with you. Here and now."
Hours passed by as he watched Jubilee. She had fallen asleep against him while he held her against his side. "Why you, Jubes. I don't know, I just don't know anymore then you do." He brushed back a lock of hair that had fallen almost into her eye, kissed her forehead and gently held her tighter against him. He didn't notice when he drifted off to sleep.
When dawn broke thought the penetrating darkness that night had created Logan woke up and saw that someone has placed a blanket over them. It didn't take two thoughts on who had done it. Jeanie must have picked up on the emotional charged that Jubilee was been giving off.
Gently he picked Jubilee up and carried her over to the bed. He didn't think that she was still suicidal but didn't wasn't to leave it to chance. Before picking up the gun he glanced around the room to see if there was anything else she could hurt herself on. With one last glance in the room he picked up the gun and left to go to his own rooms down the hall.
Looking down at the gun as he sat on the green couch he thought to himself. This little piece of metal was so small but yet so deadly. This little piece of machinery would have killed someone more precious to him then life itself. With a spurt of anger he tossed the gun in the air. "Snick" his claws out he sliced the gun into little pieces. As they tumbled to the floor he heard a soft knock at the door.
Debating with himself to let her in and knowing that if he pretended not to be in here she would know. "Come in, Red," he yelled at the door.
The door slowly creaked open to revel a stunning red haired beauty that Logan would usually pause to admire he looks because of her hair. She was dressed beautifully in a skin tight fitting one piece that was the color of blue and yellow. With a belt that was made of several little x's.
She walked over to the bed and sat on the edge. "Logan when I went to bed last night, I peaked in on Jubilee and saw you two and the fun that is now in pieces at my feet. I'm worried. What the hell is going on?"
He looked down at his hands and saw how they were folded together. While Jubilee had not told him not to say anything, he knew that she would be upset if everyone knew. She would think that everyone would pity her and now want to help. At the same time they would be finding out shortly soon anyway. "Remember when Jubes came home from school two weeks ago looking pale and said she just wanted to visit cause she missed everyone so much?"
At Jeanie's node he went on, "Well that's not the truth. When she went to see the doctor about some cramps that she had been having they found cancer cells."
Jeanie paled, "Oh, my god, not this. How bad is it?"
"I don't know. We talked a little last night, but not about how bad it was. Nor did I have a chance to talk to her about what options are there."
"Well this solves it Logan. I will talked with Beast and see what he says, then either you or me will have to talk Jubilee into seeing Beast.'
When Logan was about to reply the phone rang. He reached over to his right to answer it, "Yeah?" he growled.
"Logan?" It was Jubilee and there was something in her voice that he couldn't detect, worry or fear?
"Jubilee I thought you where asleep. You sound worried everything ok?"
"Well I uh was, but then I got bored and went out for a ride. You know how morning rides are. Peace quiet nothing but the open rode and you."
She didn't answer his second question. "Well, if you just went out for a ride why are you calling me. Everything ok?"
She paused the silence filled the phone line, "Uh, not exactly. I'm at the police station. They uh arrested me for reckless driving and impounded my bike. I need a ride."
"I'll be there in five minuets."