Subject: Run Baby Run continuation of I Still Do
Disclaimer is... I don't own it, I don't condone it, I just write it. The characters are owned by Marvel.
Summary is... Jubilee gets a letter, Wolvie throws a temper tantrum and we also find out where Rogue is, at least for now.
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Jubilee looked up at the calendar in her room and sighed heavily. It's been a week since Rogue has been gone and she still hasn't gotten used to it just being her and Kitty in the room. There was a knock at the door, she sighed again "what?" Bobby bounded in. "Mail call", he said cheerily. "Somebody loves ya, Jubes", he tossed the letter at her that was postmarked Nashville, Tennessee. "It's from Rogue". She just looked up at him, "how do you know that?" "Because it's her handwriting". Jubilee just stared at him, dumbfounded. "Well are you going to open it or will I have to?"
"It's my letter, Bobby. I'd rather read it without you here, if you don't mind. So could you leave? I promise I'll catch up with ya later and fill ya in on what's up". He knew she wouldn't but decided to drop the subject anyway. "All right. See ya", and with that he left. Jubilee sighed again and picked up the letter and opened it carefully, a few things fell out. A match box from a Shoney's restaurant and a wrinkled up picture of a big brick building called the "Grand Ole Opry" and then the letter. Jubilee picked it up, unfolded it and started to read it.
Dear Jubes,
I told you I'd write. So how are things with out me? I'm sorry I left so abruptly and didn't really say goodbye to you. I just had to prove you wrong though. I ran because I had to beat Logan to it. It was either him or me and I'll be damned if it was gonna be him so I left. You should have seen the look on his face. He almost cried. I didn't think he had it in him but he does. I gave him back his tags too, said I'd be back for them. And I will be, some day. Like I said, I need some time to figure this all out. Whatever you do, don't tell Logan where I am. I don't even know where I'm goin' yet. I'd like to see the west coast. I've always wondered what the Pacific looked like. Anyways, I'll write again soon. Remember, don't tell Logan whatever you do. I know you won't but I can't stress that enough. I miss you. And I guess I miss Logan too, no, I know I miss him. I miss him somethin' fierce and as soon as I figure out things, I'll be back together with him and it'll be like this never happened. At least, I hope.
Love,
Marie
Jubilee sat there in a daze until she was snapped back to earth by a hefty knock on her door. She knew exactly who it was. She swallowed hard and hid the letter and envelope underneath her bed covers. The knock persisted as she got up to answer the door. She cracked it a bit and there was Logan, arms crossed over his chest as he was staring down at her.
"Jubilee", he said flatly.
"Logan", she replied as flat as he did.
"Where is she?"
"Oh, well, she won't be back for awhile. Kitty went to the mall with some people from her Psych class", she replied, almost closing the door on him until he caught it and forced it open. Jubilee jumped back a bit.
"Enough games. Where's Marie?" He growled.
"She's gone. You, of all people, should know that", she said bitterly.
"And you, of all people, know exactly where she is. Now tell me".
"Look, Logan, I don't know. Now", she put both hands on his chest and started to shove him out the door, "would you please leave, I have a Calc test to study for and I don't need anymore distractions than there already are around here. Bye". And with that, she shoved him out the door then shut it and locked it. She leaned against it, *this isn't going to be an easy secret to keep* she thought as she sighed.
On the other side of the door, Logan stood there, shocked. *What the hell just happened here?*he thought*I've just been run off by a 20 year old girl?! What the HELL is going on?!* He thought as he picked up the nearest vase of flowers and sent it crashing into the wall. He looked at it, the pile of shattered glass on the floor as he thought how it truly represented how things were right now—broken. And there was nothing he could do about it, and for once in his entire life, he felt powerless. All for the love of a girl.