This should be the last chap. I might consider writing a sequel but I don't
know, I have so many other fics to finish, but hey when I'm done with
those, who knows?
2 years later........
Logan, other wise known as Wolverine looked outside his window, snow swirling around, obscuring his heightened eye perception, blocking the outside world from him.
Walking to the woman laying in his bed, he smoothed her white hair that was framing her face, and she let out a sigh of comfort, the light reflecting off her gold wedding band.
"Logan?" She murmured half awake, trying to sit up.
"Shh." Leaning over he kissed her temple. "Go back to sleep 'Ro."
Ororo mumbled something out, but was already fast asleep.
He let out a smile, but it was cut short. Raising his head, he took deep, even breaths. He wasn't wrong, this scent was HERS, one her hadn't smelled in years.
Careful, with his predatory grace, he made his way to the med labs. Why would she be here, of all places?
Slipping into the room, were the scent was originating from, the only form was that of a young "Jane Doe" mutant, who was slowly dying no matter what Hank did.
"Jubilee?" He dare not breathe, there was no way she could stay hidden in such a bright room, but he knew she was here. He knew.
"Jubilee?" His voice took on a much more pleading tone, he could feel her in the room, her scent, so familiar yet so strange, was so strong he could taste it!
Precious minutes passed, and Logan almost jumped out of his skin when the heart monitor went flat.
Time seemed to slow down as Hank roughly, yet gently in his own manner shoved Logan away. And the thing that impacted Logan the most, Jubilee's presence was gone, only leaving her scent in the dead patient's room.
Three centuries later............
Logan began to cough up blood, but it didn't matter, nothing mattered. Three centuries of hell, three centuries of watching all those he love fade away to dust. He was glad, he was dying, and he could finally be with those he loved. Many woman he had loved, but none had ever mattered as much as Ororo and Jubilee. Ororo had died quietly, after ordering her never-aging husband to find someone to love. To not wait for her. The other was Jubilee, his daughter that had disappeared from his their lives. They never found out what happened to her.
Humans were long extinct, and mutants were the new dominant species of planet Earth. Colony's were already in space, and leaving Earth a useless mud ball of a planet. A treaty was signed in 2259 with Shiar empire, from the love of Charles Xavier and Lilenadra. One of the few uninhabited places were his land in Neo-Canada, from the wealth he had acquired of the years. Some places had to be preserved......
Hell, even Sinister died a few years back, died at the hands of one his own experiments......
He looked over at the body of Sabertooth, glad that he had some connection to the past. This new world had become to much for the old souls, and both were tired and soul-worn, so they had agreed to have one last go at it, to die with some honor.
The pain had become numb long ago, and his long control of his body was making so his healing factor could not kick in. It would be only a matter of time.......
The cold began to fade away, and warmth returned, and he stared into the one face he thought he would never see again. Jubilee...
He looked at her in shock, then surprise, and she only smiled and helped him to his feet. Looking around, he almost let out a yelp when he saw himself laying on the forest floor of Neo-Canada, with Sabertooth not to far away.
"What?"
Jubilee gave him a sad smile.
"Hi Wolvie. Long time no see?"
Precious moments went by.
"Wolvie, I just want to say I'm sorry...."
Logan melted there and then, he opened his arms and enveloped her in a hug. A small sob choked in her throat.
"It's ok darlen, if anything, I should be the one to apologize..."
He then noticed how little she changed since the last time he saw her, her hair was much longer, thick and wavy it almost reached her knees. She had grown a few inches, but other than that, nothing much. Except that she had the same energy wings as she did when she had left them that fate full day.
She rubbed her eyes, keeping the tears a bay, 300 years have taken there toll, giving her time to rethink all that she had lost.
"The great Wolverine, saying he's sorry, hell has officially frozen over." A small laugh escaped both their throats.
"What is all this?" He waved his hand around at the space around them, and his body below them.
"You're dead, you know that, but I am the guide for the souls that leave this plane."
Logan raised an eyebrow, and Jubilee rolled her eyes.
"I'm Death, does that suffice?" She said sarcastically.
The eyebrow went up further.
"My mother was a deity/spirit/fae/fairy or whatever you want to call the Powers-That-Be. But I was born from a human father, so my mother gave up her position for him. So I'm not even full human. So I was made Death, make sense."
"Somewhat, yeah."
Jubilee just sighed, and a silence descended over them.
"We have a lot to talk about huh."
"Yeah we do Wolvie. Yeah we do..."
The silence descended once more.
Jubilee then looked over, and began to see something that Logan could not see.
"I must go."
"Why??? I just found you! Do you really think I give you up?"
Jubilee laughed, "Your not loosing me, I'm always here, I just have duties to full fill. Anyways," A sly look came to her eye. "Ororo waiting, and she may be patient, but three hundred years is a long wait, and I know you two have some catching up to do."
A blush settled across his gruff cheeks, and Jubilee laughed, she then drew him into a hug. "See you in a while Wolvie."
Logan nodded, and his soul/body dematerialized into a small ball of light. Playing with it slightly over her knuckles, Jubilee sent it to the Higher Realm, were all souls rested with their loved ones.
Jubilee smiled, and faded away, going to help the next person find their way home.
I had an extremely hard time doing the ending, but I could not think of any other way of doing it... I didn't want Jubilee to be angsty and mad at Wolvie, but I didn't want them to really to throw their arms around each other and declare all is right (which I did ) and I hate myself for it. I hate this ending, any ideas on how to make it better.
Thanks to:
BrightStar, you the first one to review so I salute you, and your comments kept me going......
BrokenWing81, you help put me in the mood to write.......
Krillan, your the only reason I am considering to write a sequel!!!
NIsh, I am glad someone said I wrote an original story, I am forever in the fear of never coming up with my own idea!
2 years later........
Logan, other wise known as Wolverine looked outside his window, snow swirling around, obscuring his heightened eye perception, blocking the outside world from him.
Walking to the woman laying in his bed, he smoothed her white hair that was framing her face, and she let out a sigh of comfort, the light reflecting off her gold wedding band.
"Logan?" She murmured half awake, trying to sit up.
"Shh." Leaning over he kissed her temple. "Go back to sleep 'Ro."
Ororo mumbled something out, but was already fast asleep.
He let out a smile, but it was cut short. Raising his head, he took deep, even breaths. He wasn't wrong, this scent was HERS, one her hadn't smelled in years.
Careful, with his predatory grace, he made his way to the med labs. Why would she be here, of all places?
Slipping into the room, were the scent was originating from, the only form was that of a young "Jane Doe" mutant, who was slowly dying no matter what Hank did.
"Jubilee?" He dare not breathe, there was no way she could stay hidden in such a bright room, but he knew she was here. He knew.
"Jubilee?" His voice took on a much more pleading tone, he could feel her in the room, her scent, so familiar yet so strange, was so strong he could taste it!
Precious minutes passed, and Logan almost jumped out of his skin when the heart monitor went flat.
Time seemed to slow down as Hank roughly, yet gently in his own manner shoved Logan away. And the thing that impacted Logan the most, Jubilee's presence was gone, only leaving her scent in the dead patient's room.
Three centuries later............
Logan began to cough up blood, but it didn't matter, nothing mattered. Three centuries of hell, three centuries of watching all those he love fade away to dust. He was glad, he was dying, and he could finally be with those he loved. Many woman he had loved, but none had ever mattered as much as Ororo and Jubilee. Ororo had died quietly, after ordering her never-aging husband to find someone to love. To not wait for her. The other was Jubilee, his daughter that had disappeared from his their lives. They never found out what happened to her.
Humans were long extinct, and mutants were the new dominant species of planet Earth. Colony's were already in space, and leaving Earth a useless mud ball of a planet. A treaty was signed in 2259 with Shiar empire, from the love of Charles Xavier and Lilenadra. One of the few uninhabited places were his land in Neo-Canada, from the wealth he had acquired of the years. Some places had to be preserved......
Hell, even Sinister died a few years back, died at the hands of one his own experiments......
He looked over at the body of Sabertooth, glad that he had some connection to the past. This new world had become to much for the old souls, and both were tired and soul-worn, so they had agreed to have one last go at it, to die with some honor.
The pain had become numb long ago, and his long control of his body was making so his healing factor could not kick in. It would be only a matter of time.......
The cold began to fade away, and warmth returned, and he stared into the one face he thought he would never see again. Jubilee...
He looked at her in shock, then surprise, and she only smiled and helped him to his feet. Looking around, he almost let out a yelp when he saw himself laying on the forest floor of Neo-Canada, with Sabertooth not to far away.
"What?"
Jubilee gave him a sad smile.
"Hi Wolvie. Long time no see?"
Precious moments went by.
"Wolvie, I just want to say I'm sorry...."
Logan melted there and then, he opened his arms and enveloped her in a hug. A small sob choked in her throat.
"It's ok darlen, if anything, I should be the one to apologize..."
He then noticed how little she changed since the last time he saw her, her hair was much longer, thick and wavy it almost reached her knees. She had grown a few inches, but other than that, nothing much. Except that she had the same energy wings as she did when she had left them that fate full day.
She rubbed her eyes, keeping the tears a bay, 300 years have taken there toll, giving her time to rethink all that she had lost.
"The great Wolverine, saying he's sorry, hell has officially frozen over." A small laugh escaped both their throats.
"What is all this?" He waved his hand around at the space around them, and his body below them.
"You're dead, you know that, but I am the guide for the souls that leave this plane."
Logan raised an eyebrow, and Jubilee rolled her eyes.
"I'm Death, does that suffice?" She said sarcastically.
The eyebrow went up further.
"My mother was a deity/spirit/fae/fairy or whatever you want to call the Powers-That-Be. But I was born from a human father, so my mother gave up her position for him. So I'm not even full human. So I was made Death, make sense."
"Somewhat, yeah."
Jubilee just sighed, and a silence descended over them.
"We have a lot to talk about huh."
"Yeah we do Wolvie. Yeah we do..."
The silence descended once more.
Jubilee then looked over, and began to see something that Logan could not see.
"I must go."
"Why??? I just found you! Do you really think I give you up?"
Jubilee laughed, "Your not loosing me, I'm always here, I just have duties to full fill. Anyways," A sly look came to her eye. "Ororo waiting, and she may be patient, but three hundred years is a long wait, and I know you two have some catching up to do."
A blush settled across his gruff cheeks, and Jubilee laughed, she then drew him into a hug. "See you in a while Wolvie."
Logan nodded, and his soul/body dematerialized into a small ball of light. Playing with it slightly over her knuckles, Jubilee sent it to the Higher Realm, were all souls rested with their loved ones.
Jubilee smiled, and faded away, going to help the next person find their way home.
I had an extremely hard time doing the ending, but I could not think of any other way of doing it... I didn't want Jubilee to be angsty and mad at Wolvie, but I didn't want them to really to throw their arms around each other and declare all is right (which I did ) and I hate myself for it. I hate this ending, any ideas on how to make it better.
Thanks to:
BrightStar, you the first one to review so I salute you, and your comments kept me going......
BrokenWing81, you help put me in the mood to write.......
Krillan, your the only reason I am considering to write a sequel!!!
NIsh, I am glad someone said I wrote an original story, I am forever in the fear of never coming up with my own idea!