Innocence Lost II: The Forgotten One
By Didi
Disclaimer: All the characters within this story is owned by Marvel. I take no credit but with the imaginative story line. This is story will hopefully lead to another so stay tuned.
Warning: Were this a movie, it would be rated at least PG-13. I will not be responsible for outraged parents.
Note: This is an alternative timeline so don't go jumping down my throat about stuff that's going on in the comic. It's well before Everett Thomas's death and that's all I'm going to say on the subject of timelines. Any new characters written by me would will noticeable by the complete lack of inventiveness.
**Oh, and this is a sequel so please go read the first part, it's not that long. This will make much more sense to afterwards. Thanks. **
Summery: Sequel to Innocence Lost. Jubilee takes back her life and repays a debt owed. AU. New character introduced.
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"You sure there was a girl there, chica?" Angelo asked yet again as he lit up another cigarette. "I mean in you were kind of loco in la cabesa, you might have just made it the chica to keep yourself going, you know. Like that Sybil girl!"
"I'm not making her up." Jubilee replied without any heat as she paced the room. It was the first time in nearly eight months that she has spoken of her time with Sinister. For the first time in months, she could actually piece together all the little fragments that had only begun to resurface in the past weeks. "I know she was there. I know that she kept me from going completely insane and doing something that I know I would regret now. She's in trouble and I'm going to do what ever it takes to get her away from Sinister and his twisted plot to use her." Her eyes were bright with determination as she turned them on her friends. "With or without your help."
Sean frowned in consideration. [Emma, is she serious?]
[Deadly so, I'm afraid. I may not be able to read her mind any longer but I can tell simply by that look in her eyes that she's more serious that I've ever seen her. What do you think, Logan?]
[She's going to need help doing this. I'm there.]
[We're not saying that we won't do whatever is necessary to help her in her road to recovery. I'm just asking if you think that...]
[You don't believe her? Cause if you don't, you shouldn't try to help.] Logan's eyes were deadly dark as he turned them toward Emma Frost.
Sean had a feeling that things could get ugly if he didn't do something about Logan's temper. Emma Frost was still in the back books where the rest of the X-Men were concerned. No matter that she would do anything to give Jubilee a little peace. [Logan, it's not that we don't believe the lass, it's just that with everything that went on that night and all that she's forgotten, it's hard for us to know if she actually did see someone or if like Angelo said, it was simply her subconscious trying to protect her from doing something drastic.]
Logan frowned but didn't turn to his old combat buddy. [I know my Jubilee, she ain't making this up. The kid is a lot stronger than she looks, Irish. You've got to believe her if you wish to help her. The last thing she needs is someone questioning her sanity just as she is getting it back.]
Sean nodded his head in understanding. He knew that there really wasn't any other option. "Okay lass, what do you want us to do?"
"I need Sinister's current lab location. She's got to be kept there. He was doing something to her, long before I was ever brought in." Jubilee kept pacing as she looked over at Logan. "I know that Scott's got a list of the possible locations somewhere in the mansion but thinks that looking through them one by one is a waste of time. But if I can get a look at it maybe I can..."
Logan nodded his head and reached into his back pocket for his cell phone, one that Storm insisted that he kept with him at all times. "I'll see if Slim will e-mail us a copy of those locations. But I've got to warn you, kid, he's going to want in on this one."
"You think he'll try to stop me or that he'll want to help me?" she asked with her sweet little face all too serious. Nothing was going to stop her now. Her nightly dreams, resurfacing memories, were beginning to help her see just what had happened to her. And just how important the girl, she still couldn't quite remember her name, was to her keeping faith in those she loved. She needed to do this, not just for herself but for her friend.
"I'd say help," Logan muttered. The phone was ringing rather annoyingly in his ear. The kid had a look in her eyes he hadn't seen in so long that he was a afraid that he would never be there again. She had fire in those pretty blues. Something about this had given his Jubilee a purpose in life and he would do what it took to keep that fire burning bright. "After all, look what Sinister did to Scott's kid. He's wanted payback for that for quite some time now. I don't see why he won't jump at the chance to.... Scott? It's Logan."
Jubilee tuned him out for a moment. Her mind wondered through the still many holes in her memory trying to fill in the gaps there.
Everett watched Jubilee with shielded eyes from the doorway. He did that a lot now, unwilling to go to her and simply ask if she was all right. He knew what the answer would be; it was also the same. But he couldn't stop himself from simply watching her, fearing that if he blinked, she would be gone again. He took her for granted, thinking she would always be there no matter what. He was so wrong, so horribly wrong.
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10 months ago: Massachusetts's Academy
"Come on, Ev." Jubilee pleaded, her face turned upward toward his with appeal in her big blue eyes. Her hands were clap together in prayer like position. "It'll be fun."
She looked too sweet by half that he almost gave in. "No."
"Why not?" She asked her eyes still soft and pleading.
"Cause I'm not a five year old anymore." He said with a quick smile. "Catching fireflies in the meadow is just not as appealing to me now at my ripe old age as it had been when I was a kid."
"Well, I'm still a kid," Jubilee pointed out willingly. She would never have said it had it been anyone but Everett Thomas. She liked him, enjoyed his company more than any of the other Generation X's member and she really wanted to catch fireflies. "It's a beautiful spring night and the weather is just perfect for..."
"Everett?" Monet St. Croix came around the corner walking like that queen that she always appeared to be. "Are you ready?"
"Ready?" Jubilee asked, annoyed that the beautiful, young woman with her model perfect looks had interrupted her attempt at getting Everett out alone. "Ready for what?"
Everett had the grace to look slightly sheepish; from exactly what he wasn't even sure himself. "Urg.... Monet and I were going to fix up the theatre system in the basement and watch a movie in there tonight." He blushed as Jubilee's eyes when from him to the girl, who almost looked bored by the whole exchange, and the realization dawned in her eyes as did a flash of something that was akin to hurt.
"I see." Jubilee nodded her head. Her heart hurts from the insistent squeeze on it that she suddenly felt. "Well then..." she licked her lips in an attempt to get her breathing down to a normal level but the squeezing in her heart was making it difficult. "Okay, I guess I'll just go catch some fireflies myself." She forced herself to smile, unwilling to allow them, either one of them, to see her hurt.
"Fireflies?" Monet smirked and glanced down on rather petite Asian girl with her usual superior nose-turned-up-in-the-air look. "Who plays such childish games anymore?"
Jubilee didn't even feel the sting from that set down, the pain of what she saw as Everett's betrayal took up too much room already. He had lied to her, didn't tell her what was up. The quiet rivalry between Monet and herself for Everett's affections was never official but it was there nevertheless. For Everett to ridicule her for her childhood activities were bad enough, for him to choice Monet over... dagger in the back and all that. "Well I think it's fun."
Monet smiled indulgently. "You would."
She just wasn't up the verbal spar, something quite unlike her. She hurt from the inside and not quite up to the usual biting exchange of remarks. "Whatever. Good night." She headed for the door.
"Jubilee..." Everett called out and waited for the girl to turn. He could tell that he had hurt her with not wanting to go. And he didn't even know why it bothered him so much that it bothered her. "You... you could join us and we can watch..." He was willing to sacrifice a night with Monet, though he really did want to get to know the beautiful goddess better, if it meant he got to wipe that wounded look out of his little friend's eyes. "We can watch whatever you want."
There was a strange lack of expression in her face that he didn't particularly cared for, as if she was hiding something behind it. Then she shook her head. "No, I'm going to go to the meadow and catch some fireflies. Thanks anyways but you know what they say," she offered a weak smile that never reached her eyes. "Two is company and..."
"Three's a pain." Monet finished for her before tugging on Everett's arm. "Come on, Ev. Leave the child to her games."
Everett looked over his shoulder at her with a frown. "You shouldn't go by yourself. You know how Emma is about..."
"It's on the grounds, Everett," Monet chimed. "What could happen?"
To be continued...
By Didi
Disclaimer: All the characters within this story is owned by Marvel. I take no credit but with the imaginative story line. This is story will hopefully lead to another so stay tuned.
Warning: Were this a movie, it would be rated at least PG-13. I will not be responsible for outraged parents.
Note: This is an alternative timeline so don't go jumping down my throat about stuff that's going on in the comic. It's well before Everett Thomas's death and that's all I'm going to say on the subject of timelines. Any new characters written by me would will noticeable by the complete lack of inventiveness.
**Oh, and this is a sequel so please go read the first part, it's not that long. This will make much more sense to afterwards. Thanks. **
Summery: Sequel to Innocence Lost. Jubilee takes back her life and repays a debt owed. AU. New character introduced.
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"You sure there was a girl there, chica?" Angelo asked yet again as he lit up another cigarette. "I mean in you were kind of loco in la cabesa, you might have just made it the chica to keep yourself going, you know. Like that Sybil girl!"
"I'm not making her up." Jubilee replied without any heat as she paced the room. It was the first time in nearly eight months that she has spoken of her time with Sinister. For the first time in months, she could actually piece together all the little fragments that had only begun to resurface in the past weeks. "I know she was there. I know that she kept me from going completely insane and doing something that I know I would regret now. She's in trouble and I'm going to do what ever it takes to get her away from Sinister and his twisted plot to use her." Her eyes were bright with determination as she turned them on her friends. "With or without your help."
Sean frowned in consideration. [Emma, is she serious?]
[Deadly so, I'm afraid. I may not be able to read her mind any longer but I can tell simply by that look in her eyes that she's more serious that I've ever seen her. What do you think, Logan?]
[She's going to need help doing this. I'm there.]
[We're not saying that we won't do whatever is necessary to help her in her road to recovery. I'm just asking if you think that...]
[You don't believe her? Cause if you don't, you shouldn't try to help.] Logan's eyes were deadly dark as he turned them toward Emma Frost.
Sean had a feeling that things could get ugly if he didn't do something about Logan's temper. Emma Frost was still in the back books where the rest of the X-Men were concerned. No matter that she would do anything to give Jubilee a little peace. [Logan, it's not that we don't believe the lass, it's just that with everything that went on that night and all that she's forgotten, it's hard for us to know if she actually did see someone or if like Angelo said, it was simply her subconscious trying to protect her from doing something drastic.]
Logan frowned but didn't turn to his old combat buddy. [I know my Jubilee, she ain't making this up. The kid is a lot stronger than she looks, Irish. You've got to believe her if you wish to help her. The last thing she needs is someone questioning her sanity just as she is getting it back.]
Sean nodded his head in understanding. He knew that there really wasn't any other option. "Okay lass, what do you want us to do?"
"I need Sinister's current lab location. She's got to be kept there. He was doing something to her, long before I was ever brought in." Jubilee kept pacing as she looked over at Logan. "I know that Scott's got a list of the possible locations somewhere in the mansion but thinks that looking through them one by one is a waste of time. But if I can get a look at it maybe I can..."
Logan nodded his head and reached into his back pocket for his cell phone, one that Storm insisted that he kept with him at all times. "I'll see if Slim will e-mail us a copy of those locations. But I've got to warn you, kid, he's going to want in on this one."
"You think he'll try to stop me or that he'll want to help me?" she asked with her sweet little face all too serious. Nothing was going to stop her now. Her nightly dreams, resurfacing memories, were beginning to help her see just what had happened to her. And just how important the girl, she still couldn't quite remember her name, was to her keeping faith in those she loved. She needed to do this, not just for herself but for her friend.
"I'd say help," Logan muttered. The phone was ringing rather annoyingly in his ear. The kid had a look in her eyes he hadn't seen in so long that he was a afraid that he would never be there again. She had fire in those pretty blues. Something about this had given his Jubilee a purpose in life and he would do what it took to keep that fire burning bright. "After all, look what Sinister did to Scott's kid. He's wanted payback for that for quite some time now. I don't see why he won't jump at the chance to.... Scott? It's Logan."
Jubilee tuned him out for a moment. Her mind wondered through the still many holes in her memory trying to fill in the gaps there.
Everett watched Jubilee with shielded eyes from the doorway. He did that a lot now, unwilling to go to her and simply ask if she was all right. He knew what the answer would be; it was also the same. But he couldn't stop himself from simply watching her, fearing that if he blinked, she would be gone again. He took her for granted, thinking she would always be there no matter what. He was so wrong, so horribly wrong.
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10 months ago: Massachusetts's Academy
"Come on, Ev." Jubilee pleaded, her face turned upward toward his with appeal in her big blue eyes. Her hands were clap together in prayer like position. "It'll be fun."
She looked too sweet by half that he almost gave in. "No."
"Why not?" She asked her eyes still soft and pleading.
"Cause I'm not a five year old anymore." He said with a quick smile. "Catching fireflies in the meadow is just not as appealing to me now at my ripe old age as it had been when I was a kid."
"Well, I'm still a kid," Jubilee pointed out willingly. She would never have said it had it been anyone but Everett Thomas. She liked him, enjoyed his company more than any of the other Generation X's member and she really wanted to catch fireflies. "It's a beautiful spring night and the weather is just perfect for..."
"Everett?" Monet St. Croix came around the corner walking like that queen that she always appeared to be. "Are you ready?"
"Ready?" Jubilee asked, annoyed that the beautiful, young woman with her model perfect looks had interrupted her attempt at getting Everett out alone. "Ready for what?"
Everett had the grace to look slightly sheepish; from exactly what he wasn't even sure himself. "Urg.... Monet and I were going to fix up the theatre system in the basement and watch a movie in there tonight." He blushed as Jubilee's eyes when from him to the girl, who almost looked bored by the whole exchange, and the realization dawned in her eyes as did a flash of something that was akin to hurt.
"I see." Jubilee nodded her head. Her heart hurts from the insistent squeeze on it that she suddenly felt. "Well then..." she licked her lips in an attempt to get her breathing down to a normal level but the squeezing in her heart was making it difficult. "Okay, I guess I'll just go catch some fireflies myself." She forced herself to smile, unwilling to allow them, either one of them, to see her hurt.
"Fireflies?" Monet smirked and glanced down on rather petite Asian girl with her usual superior nose-turned-up-in-the-air look. "Who plays such childish games anymore?"
Jubilee didn't even feel the sting from that set down, the pain of what she saw as Everett's betrayal took up too much room already. He had lied to her, didn't tell her what was up. The quiet rivalry between Monet and herself for Everett's affections was never official but it was there nevertheless. For Everett to ridicule her for her childhood activities were bad enough, for him to choice Monet over... dagger in the back and all that. "Well I think it's fun."
Monet smiled indulgently. "You would."
She just wasn't up the verbal spar, something quite unlike her. She hurt from the inside and not quite up to the usual biting exchange of remarks. "Whatever. Good night." She headed for the door.
"Jubilee..." Everett called out and waited for the girl to turn. He could tell that he had hurt her with not wanting to go. And he didn't even know why it bothered him so much that it bothered her. "You... you could join us and we can watch..." He was willing to sacrifice a night with Monet, though he really did want to get to know the beautiful goddess better, if it meant he got to wipe that wounded look out of his little friend's eyes. "We can watch whatever you want."
There was a strange lack of expression in her face that he didn't particularly cared for, as if she was hiding something behind it. Then she shook her head. "No, I'm going to go to the meadow and catch some fireflies. Thanks anyways but you know what they say," she offered a weak smile that never reached her eyes. "Two is company and..."
"Three's a pain." Monet finished for her before tugging on Everett's arm. "Come on, Ev. Leave the child to her games."
Everett looked over his shoulder at her with a frown. "You shouldn't go by yourself. You know how Emma is about..."
"It's on the grounds, Everett," Monet chimed. "What could happen?"
To be continued...