Disclaimer: None of it's mine...trust me I would be driving a much better car if I did!

A/N: I don't remember Wolverine ever recovering his memories- fully anyway, so um...now that's said…

the sections of text in italics take place on the psychic plane.

*telepathic thought*

Chapter 7

"Hello?"

"Jubilee's been hurt."

"What happened?"

"I don't know. She hasn't regained consciousness yet."

"Is she going to make it?"

"..............."

"Well is she?"

"Nobody knows."

"Dear God. Has Pearson been contacted?"

"You and I both know that I don't know anything about this."

"I know. In short, Jubilee is working with Senator Pearson to help mutants. She was undercover and provided protection for the woman. You'll need to go to her apartment.... I'm assuming you know where that is by now. On her laptop you should find a file called Tomb Raider. The password is wolverine, and there is a list of people to be used as a bodyguard for the senator in case something should happen to her present one. I'm guessing that if Sarah, her present...or I guess now former bodyguard isn't with you now, she was most likely killed. Inform the person of the job, and instill them immediately as Pearson's bodyguard. We can't afford to leave her unprotected."

"This Pearson woman, Jubilee's involved with that?!?"

"No, Jae Lee is. Remember that."

"So how am I going to get Pearson to accept her new bodyguard?"

"Jubilee has prepared for such an occasion and has made it clear that you are her uncle, whom she trusts completely. The senator is familiar with you. Oh, call up the senator and tell her that Jubilee was one her way to the coast with Sarah, when they were in car crash. I'll take care of the details. I have to go, will you be okay?"

"Don't you care at all what happens to her?"

"I do care, that's why I'm doing what needs to get done and so will you. She's worked too hard for this to let it go. Goodbye."

".......bye."

-in-

Logan sat hunched over the tiny laptop that seemed impossibly small for his large hands. He had quickly gone over to her apartment, grabbed some clothes, toiletries, and her laptop and as an afterthought, her cell phone as well. The doctor had absolutely refused to let him in the ICU with the computer so he was sitting awkwardly tapping at the keyboard. Within a few minutes he had pulled up the files that he was looking for and was surprised to find that Remy was the next candidate in case something happened to Sarah. Among her many notes, she mentioned that contacts would be needed and it was essential to hide the fact that he was a mutant. "It's yer call Darlin." Logan muttered doubtfully. He knew that Remy would do a good job, he just doubted the man's ability to shut his mouth.

Shrugging, he dialed the number.

"Bonjour."

"Remy, this is Logan I found a job for ya."

"Oh? Dis be another joke right? You tell Beast dat dis be..."

"It's from a woman called Jae Lee. She really needs your help. Can you come up?"

"Jae Lee, non? Interesting, I'll be there. How much does dis job pay?"

"I heard her talk about it being in the millions."

"Tres interesant." Gambit replied thoughtfully. "You tell me where you are and I'll be out there before tonight ends."

"Thanks." Wolverine shut off the cell phone and stared at it for a moment. Sighing, he pulled up the list of numbers programmed into the phone. He still had one more phone call to make.

-in-

"Oh Petite." Remy said sadly as he gazed down at the broken figure lying down on the bed.

"So will you do it?" Logan asked gruffly, looking out the window onto the view of the bay.

"Oui, I'll do it." Dark brown eyes looked sincerely at Logan, who nodded his approval at the contacts.

"Looks good, Cajun." His hearing picked up some people walking down the hall to the room. "Pearson's coming."

Remy nodded and stood in the far corner of the room unobtrusively as Pearson tentatively opened the door and walked in. Tears filled her eyes as Julianna looked at her advisor, bruised almost beyond recognition.

"What happened?"

"She and Sarah were in a car crash. Jae was the only that made it out alive."

"Oh." It came out as a mere breath and Wolverine awkwardly held the woman as she fell into his arms, sobbing. Julianna choked out something and Logan could barely make out the words. "Sarah was so much more than a bodyguard, you know? A good, good friend." As if suddenly conscious of her position, Julianna stepped back to get a good look at the man she had been holding on to. "I'm guessing you must be Logan, Jae's uncle. She's told us a lot about you." She held out her hand and he shook it.

"Nice to meet you, although the circumstances could have been better." Logan smiled sadly.

"How is she?" Julianna turned to Jubilee's bedside, tucking a stray strand of hair behind Jubilee's ear. "She looks so young like this."

"It's a matter of waiting and seeing. We can only hope for the best."

"And pray." she added lightly, still stroking the pale hand. "Jae is the most stubborn woman I know, I'm willing to bet that she's fighting tooth and nail right now. That's probably why I'm not worried, I have faith that she's going to pull through."

Logan grinned. "I see you know...my niece. Even when she was a kid she refused to give up."

"She doesn't talk that much about her childhood. I can picture her as a feisty teenager, ready to take on the world."

Laughing, Logan walked to the other side of the bed and picked up her hand. "That's pretty much it." The sight of Remy in the corner brought him back to business. "Jae did make preparations in case something should happen to her or Sarah. Meet Remy." Logan gestured to the tall man, in the brown duster.

Julianna gave a small gasp of surprise. "I didn't see you!"

Gambit gave a small bow. "I'll take dat as a compliment den."

"New Orleans?" she asked shrewdly, her eyes taking in all of the details of the man in front of her.

"Mais, oui. You have quite a ear."

"I've heard interesting things about the town."

"New Orleans is anything but boring, madam. But den, Remy thinks you know dat already." Winking at her, he gestured at Jubilee, a shadow crossing his face for a second. "I'll be honest, I am not de most reputable person Petite knows, but I am the best for the job. So, what do you say?"

A thoughtful look crossed Julianna's face. "I say let's go for it."

"Bien, then let's go. We have a lot to take care of while chere is here."

Handing Remy a disk, Logan showed them out. "This contains everything you need to know. Watch your back Cajun."

"And you watch de petite."

Logan closed the door, after watching them walk down the hall, Remy protectively situated in front of the senator. Sitting back down in the chair Logan resumed his vigil over Jubilee, his face weary as he watched her chest rise and fall, hoping against hope that it would do it on it's own.

-in-

its so hard to breathe in and out in and out like it i cant control it anymore

wolvie?

pretty flowers here roses poppies jasmine and babies breath fluffy clouds everywhere

wolvie?

i can hear someone singing mommy is that you sing me to sleep again please i'm so tired

wolvie?

i have so much to do and its hard to remember why is everyone so sad its gonna be okay

*wolvie?*

Logan jerked awake, not sure if what he had heard was a dream or not. "Jubilee, Darlin can you hear me?"

my poor poor wolvie love him yep love him love him love him cant show it though he might get hurt

*wolvie?*

A huge sigh of relief exploded that Logan had been holding, "You're there. Jubes, you need to talk to me okay?"

*wolvie*

Suddenly Logan felt a mind latch on to his, intensely examining his most intimate secrets and with a strength he had never seen before. Blood vessels burst in his nose under the onslaught, Logan's body convulsing under the pressure.

His walls were broken through and he could feel Jubilee lovingly share his thoughts and memories. Random thoughts floated to the surface and she thoroughly explored his mind, before coming to a dead stop at the dark hole where he had no memories. A surge of protectiveness coursed through Jubilee, and with psychic form had her arms wrapped around him, leading him into the void.

blink

Hey pop! Come and fly the kite with me! A mischievous boy of about six runs out a house, grinning back at his father. His father. Logan can feel the pride associated with the words.

Sure thing, Flyboy. His father walks out in an airman's uniform, the little silver wings glinting brightly on his shirt.

*its not real* Logan whispered in disbelief.

Taking his hand, she let him touch the memory and feel its genuine presence. *its real* he could feel her smile in delight *its you* In sudden comprehension, Logan dove into the sensations and feelings that were suddenly let loose, as if a barrier had been broken and he had total access to who he really was. Lost in wave after wave of memories, Logan felt out of control from the influx of emotions, when he felt a strong hand anchor him. Turning around, he saw Jubilee steadying him against the flow, and then she blinked out of existence.

-in-

beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep

The shrill alarm woke Logan up with a start, and he sat up and looked down at the patch of blood on the sheets. Panicking. he felt the dried blood and with a quick sniff realized that it was his. Glancing around the room, he saw one of the machines hooked up to Jubilee beeping urgently, as her body jerked, convulsing under the covers. Several nurses ran into the rooming, shoving him to the side as they checked her vitals.

Bile rose up in his throat as he realized what was happening, and stood helplessly as the nurses tried to control the seizures. Logan felt a hand on his arm, and looked up to see a nurse gazing at him in concern.

"Sir, perhaps you better leave. We'll call you." Gently tugging on his arm, she tried to move but to no avail. "Please, you don't want to see this."

"I owe it to her to see this through." Logan said simply and stood facing her bed against the far wall, so that he was out of the way of the bustling nurses but could still see her.

"Fine, her body is seizing, we won't be able to keep her stable much longer. Doctor Shepherd has given me permission to ask you this; do you want us to keep the breathing machine in, or we can take it out and let her die on her own." The nurse, a tall, plump, brown-haired woman kept a comforting hand on the man beside her, who was shivering slightly.

"Take it out." Logan growled through clenched teeth.

The nurse nodded to the others, motioning for them to leave the room. Jubilee's arms had been tied down and her eyes had rolled to the back of her head, her body still jerking and twitched occasionally as if fighting the restraints. "Shhh baby, it's gonna be okay." the nurse murmured, caressing Jubilee's cheek. Her hand paused above the tube, and she turned to Logan once more, talking in a low voice. "When I pull it out, some fluid may come up, even some blood. If she's going to breathe on her own, this when she has to do it. Once last time, are you sure?"

Logan nodded, his vision blurred by hot, wet tears, forcing himself to watch as the nurse leaned close to Jubilee's ear. "Okay sweetie, I'm going to take this nasty tube of you okay? It's really important that you don't fight it and just relax. I'll make it as quick as possible for you." Removing the tape securing the tube in place, the nurse quickly pulled the tube out in a gush of dark brown liquid. Wrapping everything up, she disposed of it and took a damp cloth wiping Jubilee's mouth and face clean. Once she was done she turned to Logan with a small smile and walked out.

Rushing to her side, Logan grasped the small hand, squeezing it. Kissing her brow and cheeks, he whispered softly to her all the while listening for the soft intake of breath that had suddenly become the entirety of his life. "Sweet Jubilee, my Darlin. I'm never leavin again, ya hear me? No more of this me not being hurt crap, okay? You're strong, you can do this, we can do this. All you have to do is breath for me Darlin. Please, please...." He softly tasted her lips, hoping to feel a pulse of life beneath the pale lips slowly turning blue.

-in-

It felt good here. Jubilee was suddenly aware that her body didn't hurt anymore, and she smiled at the utter bliss coursing through her veins. She laughed out loud at the sheer joy, and flung her arms out and spun around until she was dizzy. Breathless, she sat down on the mossy grass, that was warm to touch and she looked around to find herself on the bank overlooking the river next to Logan's cabin. Turning around, she could see the log cabin in the distance, a small trail of smoke puffing merrily from the chimney.

*Logan!* Jumping to her feet, Jubilee started to head for the house when a small pink figure stopped her. She skidded to a halt, and in wonder, touched Artie's face. *How?*

*It's not ready for you yet.* His voice was clear, and sweet, Jubilee could hear the easy laughter in his voice.

*You can talk.*

*Everything is possible here. But you're not ready for this yet. You still have a lot to do.*

Jubilee shrugged. *There are others.*

Artie shook his finger at her sternly. *People are counting on you, future needs what you will do.*

*How do you know?*

*Like I said, everything is possible here. Time is irrelevant.*

*Sarah was right, I've become everything that we used to fight against.*

*Then change it. Do it Jubilee, be strong.* Giving Artie a hug, she felt her presence start to flicker and disappear, lasting only long enough to hear Artie yell. *Leech and I say thanks for what you did and what you will do.*

-in-

Logan felt the lips under his, part and draw in a long, ragged breath. His hands shaking, he laid a hand on her chest as if to confirm the fact that she took a breath, and then another and another. Kissing her again, he felt her lips widen and glanced up to see her blue eyes twinkling at him. Moving her mouth, no sound came out and Logan gave her a small sip of water to moisten the dryness, letting the water trickle in a tiny bit at a time.

"What Darlin?" he asked gruffly, clearing his throat several times.

"I said," she whispered hoarsely. "How very sleeping beauty. You make a very good prince." Her tired smile lit up her face, and Logan smiled in return not noticing a tear coursing down his weathered cheek.

-fin-