DRAMA! Please review; you people are like my chocolate.
Jubilee sat at the counter, bent over a cup of juice. She yawned, not overtired, but weary without her usual 11 hours. She'd left Victor in bed, padding through the mansion in her pajamas.
She jumped as a pair of arms wrapped around her, and she felt a face pressed into her shirt. She looked down to see a pair of matte black gloved hands locked around her shoulders.
"Um, Rogie, hunny; what's wrong?" She asked calmly, patting her hands.
"I had a bad dream that you were in, hun, and it scared me. That's all." She said, letting her go and sliding onto the stool next to her. She had pushed the premonition ideas out of her head-it was impossible. She had been in a panic, scared and tired and overwrought; she'd decided that she was out of her mind.
"You sure? Cause for one little dream, it sure stirred you up."
"Yeah-I'd been having your and Victor's emotions in my head for a month. It's quite heartbreakingly beautiful." She smiled. "But it also makes this one reasonable."
"So.. He's for real?" Jubilee asked after a moment, looking into the glass.
"As real as you are." Rogue nodded, smiling. "It's really unbelievable. You-" Rogue stopped. She had been so caught in the romance of it that she'd almost forgotten that they were Victor's memories...his secrets to keep.
"What?"
"You two fit really well." She smiled. "I think it'll be a mood setter to have you around."
"Well, get you're mood here and now-We're outta here once he's awake."
"What?" Rogue gaped at her. "Are you kidding me? You just got here."
"And we've overstayed our welcome, I'm sure."
"No! With Hank dragging you off last night to the lab, I haven't gotten to talk to you. And Logan-"
"Okay, okay." Jubilee sighed. "I'll try."
"Thank you." Rogue calmed. "You don't know how much we've all missed you."
"Can't be as much as I've missed you, chica." She smiled. "But, don't get all washy on me yet-I don't know it'll last much longer then tonight. We've got to be on our way."
"Where are you in such a hurry to go?"
Jubilee shrugged, smiling brightly.
"We don't know."
~*~*~
Victor sat up slowly, accessing his surroundings. He was laying in the most comfortable bed he'd ever been in, with fluffy white comforters and pillows, and until recently he'd been sharing it with an angel. The sun shone in through a skylight off to his left, and Jubilee's sweet scent mingled in the room, cutting through dust and dirt. He raked his hair back, climbing out of bed and throwing on his clothes.
"Oh, so you get dressed as I'm coming in?"
He turned, pulling his shirt over his stomach.
"Hey, Precious. Sorry, didn't know you preferred me-"
"Before you even get dirty," She smiled, holding up a hand to him. "Stop, right there. I-"
"You don't even want to hear how I was gunna end that?" he asked, stepping closer to her. He smiled mischievously, his hands behind his back.
"Oh no. No you don't, Victor." She giggled, taking a step towards the door.
"Do I?" He asked. He broke into a run as she shrieked, bolting around the bed, catching her easily. He scooped her up, tossing her onto the bed.
"Vic!" She laughed, trying to scramble away as he climbed up after her.
"What?" He asked innocently, propping himself up on his elbows. He settled on top of her, his chest against her hips. He trailed his claws gently along her sides.
"Yeah, that's you alright-Sweet, virtuous lil Victor." Jubilee giggled.
"What's going on?!"
Rogue was tossed into the room, trying to hold back Logan as he burst in, claws out.
"Logan!" Jubilee pushed herself off the bed, moments after Victor leapt over her, growling.
"No, NO!" Rogue pushed at him. "Logan!" She cried out in vain. Finally, she beat her fists into his chest. "Logan, back off!"
He looked from Rogue to Sabretooth, and back to Rogue, who glared at him violent eyes. He let his claws retract, taking a step back and glaring at him.
"Look who's domestic now...." Victor smirked.
"Vic!" Jubilee stepped in between them.
"This from someone ready to blow his brains out over a little girl?" Logan asked, snorting. "I wouldn't take what you said with a speck of piss."
"Logan." Jubilee turned on him, almost pained. "Shut up, will you?"
"What I say?" Victor stepped toward him. "What about you, lover boy? Face it, runt, you've done the same thing. There was a time when you would've have let ANYTHING step between you and a chance at my hide."
"OKAY, you know what?" Jubilee glared at the both of them. "I am entirely sick of the two of you. All you seem to do is snarl and spit and crack wise at each other. Are you EVER civil?" She asked. Her eyes softened to hurt as she crossed her arms and stared at the floor.
"Jubilee, you know-"
"Yeah, I know; but could the both you resist the urge to make the other grow a new throat...at least while I'm around to say something about it?" She asked softly, looking at either of them. She finally settled with looking at Rogue, speechless. She stepped over and sat on the edge of the bed.
"Jube," Rogue stepped over to her. "hunny, are you-"
"Please, get out." She whispered. She wrapped her arms around herself, doubling over.
"Jubilee..." Victor took a nearly timid step to sit next to her.
"Please." She said, sounding tired and weak.
He looked at her gently, feeling his heart strain in his chest. He walked out, his eyes on the ground.
Rogue watched him leave, feeling his heartache. She looked at Logan, who gaped at Jubilee, all but hurt.
"Logan." She whispered, tugging on his arm. "Come on."
"I.."
"Come on." She led him out of the room, leaving Jubilee to her thoughts.
Jubilee sat at the counter, bent over a cup of juice. She yawned, not overtired, but weary without her usual 11 hours. She'd left Victor in bed, padding through the mansion in her pajamas.
She jumped as a pair of arms wrapped around her, and she felt a face pressed into her shirt. She looked down to see a pair of matte black gloved hands locked around her shoulders.
"Um, Rogie, hunny; what's wrong?" She asked calmly, patting her hands.
"I had a bad dream that you were in, hun, and it scared me. That's all." She said, letting her go and sliding onto the stool next to her. She had pushed the premonition ideas out of her head-it was impossible. She had been in a panic, scared and tired and overwrought; she'd decided that she was out of her mind.
"You sure? Cause for one little dream, it sure stirred you up."
"Yeah-I'd been having your and Victor's emotions in my head for a month. It's quite heartbreakingly beautiful." She smiled. "But it also makes this one reasonable."
"So.. He's for real?" Jubilee asked after a moment, looking into the glass.
"As real as you are." Rogue nodded, smiling. "It's really unbelievable. You-" Rogue stopped. She had been so caught in the romance of it that she'd almost forgotten that they were Victor's memories...his secrets to keep.
"What?"
"You two fit really well." She smiled. "I think it'll be a mood setter to have you around."
"Well, get you're mood here and now-We're outta here once he's awake."
"What?" Rogue gaped at her. "Are you kidding me? You just got here."
"And we've overstayed our welcome, I'm sure."
"No! With Hank dragging you off last night to the lab, I haven't gotten to talk to you. And Logan-"
"Okay, okay." Jubilee sighed. "I'll try."
"Thank you." Rogue calmed. "You don't know how much we've all missed you."
"Can't be as much as I've missed you, chica." She smiled. "But, don't get all washy on me yet-I don't know it'll last much longer then tonight. We've got to be on our way."
"Where are you in such a hurry to go?"
Jubilee shrugged, smiling brightly.
"We don't know."
~*~*~
Victor sat up slowly, accessing his surroundings. He was laying in the most comfortable bed he'd ever been in, with fluffy white comforters and pillows, and until recently he'd been sharing it with an angel. The sun shone in through a skylight off to his left, and Jubilee's sweet scent mingled in the room, cutting through dust and dirt. He raked his hair back, climbing out of bed and throwing on his clothes.
"Oh, so you get dressed as I'm coming in?"
He turned, pulling his shirt over his stomach.
"Hey, Precious. Sorry, didn't know you preferred me-"
"Before you even get dirty," She smiled, holding up a hand to him. "Stop, right there. I-"
"You don't even want to hear how I was gunna end that?" he asked, stepping closer to her. He smiled mischievously, his hands behind his back.
"Oh no. No you don't, Victor." She giggled, taking a step towards the door.
"Do I?" He asked. He broke into a run as she shrieked, bolting around the bed, catching her easily. He scooped her up, tossing her onto the bed.
"Vic!" She laughed, trying to scramble away as he climbed up after her.
"What?" He asked innocently, propping himself up on his elbows. He settled on top of her, his chest against her hips. He trailed his claws gently along her sides.
"Yeah, that's you alright-Sweet, virtuous lil Victor." Jubilee giggled.
"What's going on?!"
Rogue was tossed into the room, trying to hold back Logan as he burst in, claws out.
"Logan!" Jubilee pushed herself off the bed, moments after Victor leapt over her, growling.
"No, NO!" Rogue pushed at him. "Logan!" She cried out in vain. Finally, she beat her fists into his chest. "Logan, back off!"
He looked from Rogue to Sabretooth, and back to Rogue, who glared at him violent eyes. He let his claws retract, taking a step back and glaring at him.
"Look who's domestic now...." Victor smirked.
"Vic!" Jubilee stepped in between them.
"This from someone ready to blow his brains out over a little girl?" Logan asked, snorting. "I wouldn't take what you said with a speck of piss."
"Logan." Jubilee turned on him, almost pained. "Shut up, will you?"
"What I say?" Victor stepped toward him. "What about you, lover boy? Face it, runt, you've done the same thing. There was a time when you would've have let ANYTHING step between you and a chance at my hide."
"OKAY, you know what?" Jubilee glared at the both of them. "I am entirely sick of the two of you. All you seem to do is snarl and spit and crack wise at each other. Are you EVER civil?" She asked. Her eyes softened to hurt as she crossed her arms and stared at the floor.
"Jubilee, you know-"
"Yeah, I know; but could the both you resist the urge to make the other grow a new throat...at least while I'm around to say something about it?" She asked softly, looking at either of them. She finally settled with looking at Rogue, speechless. She stepped over and sat on the edge of the bed.
"Jube," Rogue stepped over to her. "hunny, are you-"
"Please, get out." She whispered. She wrapped her arms around herself, doubling over.
"Jubilee..." Victor took a nearly timid step to sit next to her.
"Please." She said, sounding tired and weak.
He looked at her gently, feeling his heart strain in his chest. He walked out, his eyes on the ground.
Rogue watched him leave, feeling his heartache. She looked at Logan, who gaped at Jubilee, all but hurt.
"Logan." She whispered, tugging on his arm. "Come on."
"I.."
"Come on." She led him out of the room, leaving Jubilee to her thoughts.