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A/N: I totally and utterly blame Jane for this story….thanks! As for the rest of it…enjoy and hope you like the series.

Epilogue

The wind rustled through the trees, whispering to the dark evergreens protecting the small log cabin nestled in deep in the forest of Canada. If one had happened to pass by, they would have found a warm haven of light and laughter as two people snuggled in a beaten old couch. Logan was in a very comfortable spot, resting on Jubilee's lap with his ear to her belly, where he could hear the rapid beats and look up at the face of his wife. Wife. He grinned at the thought, no matter how many times he said it, he still loved the word.

"I have something for you." Jubilee set down her hot chocolate and rummaged around in her backpack until she found a thick package wrapped in the brown wax paper. Carefully placing the object in her husband's hands, she looked at him squarely in the eye. "I love you, and I'm giving you this. Do what you want with it, I will support you."

"What is it?" Raising an eyebrow, Logan looked at her curiously as he sat up.

"I'm going outside for a walk, I'll be back in a little bit." Slipping on a sweatshirt, Jubilee headed towards the door, when Logan's voice stopped her.

"What's this all about Darlin?"

Jubilee smiled, her blue eyes crinkling slightly at the corners. "Trust me, this is something you'll want to do on your own." A cool gust of air blew in as she opened the door. Ducking out the door, she was quickly gone, her boots crunching on the forest floor. *I'm here if you need me.* was the last Logan heard.

Shrugging, Logan tore open the paper revealing a dark leather book. A faint smell permeated from the bound leather, something vaguely familiar that tugged at his memories. Gently turning over the cover, he saw a birth certificate. His breath hitched, and with shaking hands he smoothed the worn paper so he could read it. "Logan Charles Wise." he whispered. While he had recovered most of his memories from the time he was a child, he hadn't had time to go out and look for information regarding them. With this one unselfish act, Jubilee had handed his past to him in that one present. His large, callused finger traced over the date on the birth certificate, December 27, 1899.…a drop of salt water hit his hand, and unthinking, he turned to Jubilee who was suddenly standing behind him, reassuring him that everything would be alright.

Later that night the two of them looked over the black and white pictures, laughing over the rosy cheeked little boy grinning furiously at the camera. And to the casual observer? Well they would still just see a husband and wife very much in love, safe from the cares of the world.

-in-

Time: seven very long months later….

A hint of snow still lingered on the ground, and it crunched softly under the figure's feet as it padded surefooted among the many dark slabs of stone that peppered the graveyard. Finally they came to rest in front of a light gray marker adorned with an angel. Engraved on it in simple writing was "Mystique- may you find what you seek."

"I'm so sorry." Jubilee whispered, her trembling hands replacing the worn flowers with the new roses she had brought. Stepping back to look at the mound, she traced her now large belly as her mind when over what had happened that night…the months hadn't softened the images and each one burned itself into Jubilee's brain.

Unbeknownst to Jubilee as she frantically pried the bullets from Logan's body, Mystique went into shock her body functions shutting down one by one that by the time the paramedics arrived Logan had started breathing and Mystique had stopped. Jubilee had been consumed with guilt over the death of the woman and had spent hours at the grave after the funeral staring at the words etched in stone. It was only when a newly healed Logan came to her, that she moved from her spot.

"Flight of angels…" Jubilee started when she gasped and clutched at her stomach, the muscles spasming in a contraction. Doubling over, she kneeled on the ground trying to catch her breath when a warm rush of liquid wet her legs and dress.

"Darlin!" Wolverine sprinted over to where Jubilee was, panicked at the sudden pain that flooded his mind. "What's wrong?"

Rolling her eyes, Jubilee managed to keep most of the sarcasm out of her voice. "I think the baby's coming…" Before she could finish her sentence Logan had swept her off her feet and was sprinting down the street to the nearest hospital. It was only after Logan had frightened several nurses, threatened some doctors, and called the entire mansion that his mind finally relaxed enough to register what his wife had been screaming in his ear for the past half an hour.

He turned to her with a slightly confused expression on his face. "Huh?"

Jubilee smiled sweetly from her position on the bed, propped up by several dozen pillows and hooked up to a fetal monitor. "Contrary to popular belief, I did not want the entire mansion down here to witness this…." Her face grimaced as a contraction hit, and Logan lovingly held her hand while encouraging her to breathe.

"Hi y'all!" Rogue cheerful voice came from the midst of what looked like a walking bunch of flowers, teddy bears and balloons. Followed close behind her came the entire X-men troupe, all bearing various pastel colored gifts, the last of which was Xavier who was hidden by a huge bouquet of roses.

Logan grinned at them, motioned for them to grab a seat while Jubilee finished her contraction. "You guys were quick." He commented brightly.

"Gateway popped up and zapped us here." Bobby provided, peering over Hank's shoulder to wave at Jubilee. "Hey Jubes!"

"Gateway, swell. Remind me to thank him." Jubilee muttered through clenched teeth, expelling a long sigh of relief as the pain subsided.

"Now, I want everyone to get out of here and let me tend to my patient!" A white clad figure walked in and Jubilee stared at her in disbelief.

"Dr. Jacobs?"

The curly red-haired woman laughed. "The most curious thing happened, a small Aborigine man popped up in my office and said your name."

Hank strode forward and shook the doctor's hand enthusiastically. "I've been wanting to meet you for a long time Dr. Jacobs. The work you did with Jubilee's injuries last year were extraordinary, I had a chance to look over the files and frankly I was really impressed."

Her green eyes glittered. "Thank you, and please call me Alisa. Frankly, what happened those few weeks transgressed from lucky to a miraculous. Now," the woman rubbed her hands briskly. "Let's see what's going on here."

The X-men were firmly herded out of the room, leaving Hank, the doctor and Logan. Another contraction started and Jubilee moaned softly, beads of sweat forming on her forehead. Closing her eyes. She concentrated on the new life inside of her seeing the unborn life as a sphere of light.

Jubilee reached out to touch the light, and felt the distress of the child at causing her pain. Smiling she gathered the light in her arms, cradling it gently. *Hush little one, it's only temporary.*

The child quivered slightly and the light burst forth, enveloping Jubilee in it's warmth.

Her eyes opened, the dark blue fathomless depths clearing as she realized that her pain had been removed. "The baby is a mutant." Jubilee grinned through her tears, looking up at Emma who was on her other side.

"I'm happy for you dear." Emma squeezed her hand, glancing over her shoulder to the two doctors who nodded. "Now it's time for you to push."

Jubilee's face contorted as she bore down, clenching Logan's and Emma's hands, the pain still absent from her ordeal. Several minutes later a loud squall filled the room, and a wriggling, wet mass was gently placed in Jubilee's arms.

A sob hitched in Jubilee's chest as she looked down at her daughter, red faced and screaming, her small face resembling a squashed tomato. Softly touching the red cheek, Jubilee whispered. "Hush, sweetheart. Welcome home." At Jubilee's touch, the baby's eyes flew open it's piercing blue eyes locking with Jubilee's in recognition, it's cry stilling to a gurgling laughter. Logan reached over and brushed the tuft of black hair with his thumb, kissing Jubilee on the lips.

Glancing at each other, Jubilee and Logan swiftly came to a decision. They had spent many of the latter months wondering what to call the child growing in her womb and had finally decided to name the child when they had seen it. Picking up the baby, Logan gently kissed the newborn's forehead. "Welcome to the family Deanna Sarah Wise."

Emma brushed Jubilee's hair back, smoothing the curly strands. "Deanna Sarah?"

"Deanna was Logan's mother's name and Sarah was…was a friend."

Realization dawned on Emma's face and she nodded approvingly. "Good strong names, very appropriate." Jubilee nodded absently, as she took back the pink bundle encircled by Logan's strong arms. Emma smiled, and tiptoed out the door to go tell the others the good news, glancing one more time over her should at the shining faces of her former pupil and her husband. There was no need to tell them just yet about their baby girl and the power she yielded, or of how the child was mentioned in the diaries. For now, it could wait and Jubilee's tears of joy were enough.

-fin-

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