I can't believe all this angst come from lil ol' me. Review, please.
Jubilee lay in bed, staring into the dark. She pulled her knees to her chest, too many thoughts in her head to sort them all out and number them neatly to be set aside.
'Blow his brains out over a little girl...' she thought. She couldn't figure out which was more heartbreaking; the fact that she had been the subject of Victor's breakdown, Or that he and Victor had talked about her and Rogue like they were problems; restrictions on their freedom...or that Logan had called her 'a little girl'. Was that as she was to him? Something to look after? She could feel tears lumping up in her throat.
"Precious?"
Jubilee turned her head to look in the doorway. Victor stood there, his black eyes shining in the dim light.
"Are you upset?"
"No, I'm friggin Mary Poppins over here." Her voice was thick from holding back tears. "What do you think?"
"Can I come in?"
"I think you should." She said, sitting up. She pulled her knees up again, a defense against herself, and watched him walk in, closing the door behind him.
He sat down on the bed, his hands clasped in his lap, and glanced at her.
"You told me that the Animal broke you down. Now...." She took a weary breath. "Was he telling the truth?" She asked softly. "Was I the reason you were going to try and kill yourself that night?"
"Yes." He nodded weakly. "But-it wasn't that simple."
"Then tell me how complicated it was."
Victor turned to look at her. She looked as raw as she sounded; she sat against the wall that the bed had been pushed to, her knees drawn up. She looked at him with wounded, confused eyes.
"You broke the rage." He scooted closer to her. "When I found you in Asia, and you cried out for...mercy. You actually tore through the bloodrage. You made me feel evil for the feral nature. So low, that I didn't want to live with it."
"Oh, god." She instinctively crawled closer to him. "I-you mean I-"
"Jubilee, you saved my life that night." He said, reaching out and trailing his finger across her cheek. "And every night since."
Jubilee looked at him, her eyes welling up with tears. Crawling into his arms, she broke down crying.
~*~*~
Jubilee slid the envelope under the half empty water glass, looking down on Logan and Rogue as they slept. She curled daintily into his arms, her gloves hands clasped inside of his, her face pressed into his chest.
Jubilee smiled, looking back to the doorway. Victor watched her with intensity.
"Are you ready?" He asked softly.
"Yeah." She looked back at Logan and Rogue. "Alright, I'm ready."
Victor shouldered her bag, reaching out for her as she stepped out of the room with him. He laced his fingers with hers as they stepped out of the mansion and into the dark. Jubilee looked back up at the black window that belonged to Rogue and Logan.
'I just don't know if they're ready.' She thought, climbing into the jeep. She cuddled close to him as they drove off, her heart filling with a sadness.
~*~*~
Rogue stared into the empty driveway, her eyes stinging. She gripped the letter in her hand, hearing the words in her head over and over again.
'...I just can't let them get at each other. I love them too much to let them slice and dice at their vitals-besides, where would that leave you? With a tattered Wolvie? Can't let that happen...'
"Rogue? What's wrong?" Logan sat in his bed, looking at her back.
"She's gone." She sighed. "Both of them are." She heard Logan groan.
"Did she say goodbye?"
"Kind of." She turned back to him, dropping the letter onto his bed. "It's not telling me the whole story though. I feel it." She sat down next to him as he scanned the paper. "The professor told me it may be a psychic Link, and that I shouldn't have it."
"Really." Logan glanced up at her, dividing his attention.
"Might be another stage of my mutation. Probably just a fluke-he says he's seen it before, but never like this."
Logan tried to listen to her, and caught the last of her words before drowning in the letter. She was gone, and it was because of his unrestrained fury.
"Do they know about this?" He asked.
"No. I just woke up and found it."
"Good." Logan nodded, climbing out of bed. "No one will suspect it."
"Suspect what?" Rogue looked up at him, fearing the worst.
"Where we're going."
"No, Logan." She stood up, her eyes soft. "We can't do that."
"Why not?" He asked, throwing on a sweatshirt. "I'm not going to let Jubilee run away because of something I could've controlled."
"It's not that simple. She's got to sort it out on her own. There are problems in her head that even *she* can't pick up on yet."
"And this is that link at work?" He asked. "You're sure?"
"I can feel it, Logan. That's the only way I can describe it. I'm inside her; memories, feelings. Everything. And right now, she's with Victor, and she's safe. She's happy."
Logan collapsed on his bed, raking his hand through his hair.
"I can't stand it, Rogue. She's out there with him, and I can't even try to imagine that she's happy, let alone safe."
"She's happier out there with him then she was here last night." Rogue sat down, taking his hand, considering that she could share why she was so unhappy the night before. She dismissed the idea. "Give it time; if it comes to that she's hurt, or scared, I'll let you go. You'll have to fight to keep me here."
Logan nodded reluctantly, letting his thoughts subside.
Jubilee lay in bed, staring into the dark. She pulled her knees to her chest, too many thoughts in her head to sort them all out and number them neatly to be set aside.
'Blow his brains out over a little girl...' she thought. She couldn't figure out which was more heartbreaking; the fact that she had been the subject of Victor's breakdown, Or that he and Victor had talked about her and Rogue like they were problems; restrictions on their freedom...or that Logan had called her 'a little girl'. Was that as she was to him? Something to look after? She could feel tears lumping up in her throat.
"Precious?"
Jubilee turned her head to look in the doorway. Victor stood there, his black eyes shining in the dim light.
"Are you upset?"
"No, I'm friggin Mary Poppins over here." Her voice was thick from holding back tears. "What do you think?"
"Can I come in?"
"I think you should." She said, sitting up. She pulled her knees up again, a defense against herself, and watched him walk in, closing the door behind him.
He sat down on the bed, his hands clasped in his lap, and glanced at her.
"You told me that the Animal broke you down. Now...." She took a weary breath. "Was he telling the truth?" She asked softly. "Was I the reason you were going to try and kill yourself that night?"
"Yes." He nodded weakly. "But-it wasn't that simple."
"Then tell me how complicated it was."
Victor turned to look at her. She looked as raw as she sounded; she sat against the wall that the bed had been pushed to, her knees drawn up. She looked at him with wounded, confused eyes.
"You broke the rage." He scooted closer to her. "When I found you in Asia, and you cried out for...mercy. You actually tore through the bloodrage. You made me feel evil for the feral nature. So low, that I didn't want to live with it."
"Oh, god." She instinctively crawled closer to him. "I-you mean I-"
"Jubilee, you saved my life that night." He said, reaching out and trailing his finger across her cheek. "And every night since."
Jubilee looked at him, her eyes welling up with tears. Crawling into his arms, she broke down crying.
~*~*~
Jubilee slid the envelope under the half empty water glass, looking down on Logan and Rogue as they slept. She curled daintily into his arms, her gloves hands clasped inside of his, her face pressed into his chest.
Jubilee smiled, looking back to the doorway. Victor watched her with intensity.
"Are you ready?" He asked softly.
"Yeah." She looked back at Logan and Rogue. "Alright, I'm ready."
Victor shouldered her bag, reaching out for her as she stepped out of the room with him. He laced his fingers with hers as they stepped out of the mansion and into the dark. Jubilee looked back up at the black window that belonged to Rogue and Logan.
'I just don't know if they're ready.' She thought, climbing into the jeep. She cuddled close to him as they drove off, her heart filling with a sadness.
~*~*~
Rogue stared into the empty driveway, her eyes stinging. She gripped the letter in her hand, hearing the words in her head over and over again.
'...I just can't let them get at each other. I love them too much to let them slice and dice at their vitals-besides, where would that leave you? With a tattered Wolvie? Can't let that happen...'
"Rogue? What's wrong?" Logan sat in his bed, looking at her back.
"She's gone." She sighed. "Both of them are." She heard Logan groan.
"Did she say goodbye?"
"Kind of." She turned back to him, dropping the letter onto his bed. "It's not telling me the whole story though. I feel it." She sat down next to him as he scanned the paper. "The professor told me it may be a psychic Link, and that I shouldn't have it."
"Really." Logan glanced up at her, dividing his attention.
"Might be another stage of my mutation. Probably just a fluke-he says he's seen it before, but never like this."
Logan tried to listen to her, and caught the last of her words before drowning in the letter. She was gone, and it was because of his unrestrained fury.
"Do they know about this?" He asked.
"No. I just woke up and found it."
"Good." Logan nodded, climbing out of bed. "No one will suspect it."
"Suspect what?" Rogue looked up at him, fearing the worst.
"Where we're going."
"No, Logan." She stood up, her eyes soft. "We can't do that."
"Why not?" He asked, throwing on a sweatshirt. "I'm not going to let Jubilee run away because of something I could've controlled."
"It's not that simple. She's got to sort it out on her own. There are problems in her head that even *she* can't pick up on yet."
"And this is that link at work?" He asked. "You're sure?"
"I can feel it, Logan. That's the only way I can describe it. I'm inside her; memories, feelings. Everything. And right now, she's with Victor, and she's safe. She's happy."
Logan collapsed on his bed, raking his hand through his hair.
"I can't stand it, Rogue. She's out there with him, and I can't even try to imagine that she's happy, let alone safe."
"She's happier out there with him then she was here last night." Rogue sat down, taking his hand, considering that she could share why she was so unhappy the night before. She dismissed the idea. "Give it time; if it comes to that she's hurt, or scared, I'll let you go. You'll have to fight to keep me here."
Logan nodded reluctantly, letting his thoughts subside.