So much angst, so little time. I am very proud of this story, in general.
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Victor draped the blanket over Jubilee's trembling shoulders, climbing into the otherside of the Jeep.
"Vic, where are we?" she asked in a small voice, regarding him with swollen eyes.
"Pennsylvania." He kept a comfortable distance, aching to reach out and hold her; If she didn't know where she was, there was no way of telling what other trauma was affecting her. "Do you know what happened tonight?"
She nodded, pursing her lips in a painful gesture of repression.
The ache intensified.
"What do we do now?" She asked.
"What do you want to do now?" He cautiously took her hand, relieved when she didn't recoil.
"I wanna stay with you." She whispered, weakly pushing into his arms. "Don't leave me, Vic. Please."
"I would never leave you, Precious."
~*~*~
Logan paced the foyer, mapping out a plan. After three days of no contact after Rogue's fit, he'd been in a frenzy.
He had to find her. He didn't know how, but he had-
"Logan?" Kitty watched him.
He eyed her, frustrated and tired.
"What?"
"You have a call. I think it's Sabretooth, and he sounds-" She stepped aside as he rushed past her. She sighed in the empty room. "And he sounds upset."
"Creed, I swear, if you hurt her-"
"Don't." His growl was that of the wounded, forced to defend himself. "She was beaten by three-No, two. I killed one before he could touch her. They found her outside of bar we stopped at for directions, popping plasma blasts for lack of anything better to do."
"Who-"
"They're all dead. She's safe now."
"I want her Home."
There was a shuffling sound in the background.
"Wolvie?" Jubilee sounded worn. "That you?"
"Jubilee, are-"
"I'm okay, Logan. I just need to heal a bit. You know how that goes." She sighed audibly. "Vic wants me to come back to the mansion, for this healin'. I want to see you again. After all that's happened-"
"I'd like that, Kid. Rogue would like that." He rubbed at his tapering headache, smiling to himself. "Hurry Home."
"I will, Logan. I will."