Alright, and here we go!  The one we've all been waiting for.  No, she doesn't find out in this one, but it is Wolverine's movie.  I really couldn't think of a really bloody one, and my friend Flyer helped me come up with this one.  Thanks to her and everyone who has reviewed thus far.

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Movie Night 7:  Wolverine's Home Videos

Wolverine grinned mischievously as he strolled down the hallway, tape in hand.  Tonight was the night he got revenge for the chick flick marathon a few weeks ago.  He bumped into Professor Charles Xavier on his way.

"Sorry, Prof, wasn't watchin' where I was goin'."  He looked down at the elderly man, who had an all-too familiar glint in his eye.

"I have wonderful news for you, Logan."  He didn't have to elaborate, nor could he if he wanted to.  The walls of Wolverine's mind that held in all the pain and hurt collapsed, letting forth the greatest amount of joy the professor had ever felt from the man.  The Professor was taken aback by the sheer intensity of it all.

"Calm down, Logan, you'll ruin the surprise.  It is not finalized yet, but it's in the last stages.  I anticipate another week, maybe less.  What movie have you picked for tonight?"  The professor was desperately trying to distract the man from his elation.

"Uh, it's a surprise.  Figure I'd give the girls some payback."  He had seemingly calmed down for the moment, but was still grinning.  Xavier was faintly surprised Jean hadn't come immediately at the outburst of emotion from him.  They continued to the den where the others were waiting patiently.  Jean looked a little uneasy and stared at the tape in Wolverine's hand.  Jubilee was sitting on the loveseat, eagerly wondering what action-packed bloody movie she was going to watch, and Storm came in with the popcorn, glancing at Logan occasionally.  Rogue was shifting uncomfortably, but made no outward indication she was uneasy.

Wolverine casually strolled over and placed the tape in the VCR, and sat back next to Jubilee.  With his arm on the back of the couch, she leaned into him, letting Bandit curl up between them.  It really was a cute scene, though no one in the room would dare say it aloud.

There was no opening scene, just the words "Wolverine's Home Videos" in blood.  Then there was a battlefield of soldiers, one which Scott recognized from a historical drama Glory.  But in the next few minutes, the entire scene switched to Saving Private Ryan.  And then everyone realized what was happening.

He had spliced together scenes from different movies.  They all knew he wouldn't have been able to do it in a week, so who had helped him?  Or how long had he been working on it?  Jubilee was smiling, perhaps because her mentor had gotten the better of them all, or maybe it was all the gore.  The Professor groaned first at the bloodshed, but was forced by his own decree to sit and bear it.

Jubilee watched as the screen switched over to Terminator, then 13 Ghosts, Ravenous, Silence of the Lambs, Predator, Blade, Aliens, Gladiator…the list went on for two hours.  Jean left the room a few times, presumably to be sick, then returned a little greener than when she had left.  Wolverine was grinning maliciously.

Jubilee took a break from the gore to let her mind wander, still wondering what it was that Wolverine had gotten her for her birthday.  It was something big, something that was taking a while to get here.  It couldn't be a car—Rogue had gotten her an old truck—and she had a pet already.  The Prof already had her college fund set aside, maybe a cruise?  That had to be it; it was the only option.  But of course, Wolvie wouldn't let her go on her own, so he was probably going with her.  She giggled a little at the thought of Wolverine in a Hawaiian print shirt and Bermuda shorts.  Ok, the shirt, maybe (and that was pushing it), but the shorts?!?

Now, where was the cruise going?  She'd seen that Disney cruise on TV, but somehow adding Mickey Mouse ears to his already atrocious ensemble seemed a bit farfetched.  An oriental cruise would be right up his alley, but she didn't even know if they had those.

Wolverine looked over to Jubilee to see if she was pale yet, but her eyes were glazed over.  For a split second, he panicked, thinking perhaps she was being invaded mentally.  He gently nudged her, and she blinked, focusing on him.  She grinned sheepishly and looked back to the screen.  The final scene was one she recognized.  It was from one of her favorite movies, Dogma.  As the blood-filled street faded out, the words "The End…For Now" scrolled across the screen.

Jubilee was the first to break the silence.  "That was great!"

"Maybe not the word I would have chosen," Jean said squeamishly.  The Professor looked extremely apologetic, and Storm merely stood and exited without a word to anyone.  Wolverine seemed to be coming down from his adrenaline high.

"Look, that was payback for the sappy chick flicks.  We're even now," and he left, Jubilee right behind him.

"So, where we goin, Wolvie?"

"Uh, bed, kid."

"Nah, I meant the cruise.  It's ok, no one told me, I figured it out.  So where are we going?"  She tugged on his arm childishly.

He chuckled and turned, not hiding his elation.  "There ain't no cruise, darlin,' it's much better."  They reached her door, and she hugged him fiercely.

"Alright, if you're not gonna tell me, then I guess I'll just have to wait."

"Don't give me that, Jubes.  That always means trouble.  I promise I'll tell ya next week; it should be here by then anyway."  He kissed the top of her head and saw her into her room.  She was smiling even as she drifted off to sleep.