Chapter 3
Forge grinned as he twirled the pistol on his fingers. H holstered it, and walked briskly toward the gleaming Harley, and he ran a gloved hand over it's shining metal. Taking in it's every detail, he noticed a tear on the seat, and in the light of the garage he could tell that it hadn't been there the day before. Hmmm, so that was you Wolverine? Out for a midnight drink? He thought with a smirk. He bent down to look at the engine, and gasped as a hand grabbed the back of his neck, spinning him around. She laughed; releasing his neck as Forge's face started to return to its normal color. He nearly shouted, " Jubilation Lee! You scared the hell out of me young lady!" Jubilee giggled and pushed his forehead with her hand, " Yeah nice to see ya' too. So what's up Forge?" He shrugged, " Just checking out my new bike. Pretty cool huh?" Jubilee leaned in closer, "Yeah I guess so, but I came to tell ya' to stay out of Wolvie's way. He's royally ticked that you won this beauty, and he was drinking last night, I could tell." "I can handle myself Ms. Lee thank you very much." Jubilee put up her hands, "Hey, don't shoot the messenger ok? Anyway, how'd ya' beat Wolverine anyway, he's kind of strong y' know?" Forge brushed some dirt off his pants, beaming with pride. "Well, Beast and I did a bit of research on charts and statistics of the Danger Room's system programs. Then I merely had to go in with a lot of info in my noggin you see?" He grinned, crossing his hands over his chest. Leaning up against the Harley arrogantly he added, " That metal head just didn't know what he was getting into!" Just then a loud sound filled the cavernous garage, "Snikt!" Forge spun, his face white. Logan stood three feet behind him with his left hand's claws extended. "Anyone I know Jubes?" Forge blubbered, "Oh Wolverine! We were just discussing.." "Shut up!", He roared, cutting Forge short. In moments Forge's pistol was free from its holster, but Logan was much faster. Jubilee was walking slowly away, eyes glued to the two X men. Logan had grabbed Forge's arm, and Forge was wincing at his crushing grip. "You better watch what you say Injun, or the next time you see this bike it'll be scrap metal." His adumantium claws retracted, and he stalked off sneering. "Later Jubes," he called over his shoulder. Lighting a cigar, he dissapeared into the mansion. Jubilee sat on the bike with her legs crossed and blew out her breath. "What a hunk." Forge gaped at her, "He just nearly filetted me, and you're taking his side?" He tightened his red headband, "How any women can find him attractive are beyond me." She threw up her arms, "You're a guy, of course you don't see it! I don't know, it's just.. Forget it." He shook his head to clear his mind, "Well he's out of control, that's what he is! An animal, straight out of the Amazon. The Proffesor should have notice of this encounter. Besides, we all know the probability of him going into one of his bezerker rages is 10 to 1." Jubilee snorted, "You're a dork", she said only half joking. "I mean C'mon, who really talks like that anyway? Do you always talk like that? I just thought you liked to sound cool at meetings or on missions, but Whoah slow down tiger." Forge smiled, a dopey boyish grin. "Well I guess I'm too smart for my own good." Jubilee stuck out her tongue at him and he picked her up off the bike. She was amazed at how strong he was, and with that adamantium enforced limb, she wondered. Forget Wolverine, Yeah! Forge smiled and ruffled her hair. "Hey kid, I got a lot of work to do, so why don't you go play in the X-jet or something. Jubilation Lee pouted, "Oh C'mon, I'll be good", she walked right up to him and smiled, "Besides, I'm not a kid." "Ok, but you'll have to follow my orders to the dot." She grinned and gave him a dramatic salute, "Yes sir!" "I'll be able to fix this up good, especially with my skills. I'd say in a weeks top this thing will be put in the records book," Forge said. Jubilee scoffed, "You're ego is slipping, and besides, everything we own should be put in the record books." But Forge didn't reply, he was staring intently at the bike's engine. There were so many possibilities..
Forge grinned as he twirled the pistol on his fingers. H holstered it, and walked briskly toward the gleaming Harley, and he ran a gloved hand over it's shining metal. Taking in it's every detail, he noticed a tear on the seat, and in the light of the garage he could tell that it hadn't been there the day before. Hmmm, so that was you Wolverine? Out for a midnight drink? He thought with a smirk. He bent down to look at the engine, and gasped as a hand grabbed the back of his neck, spinning him around. She laughed; releasing his neck as Forge's face started to return to its normal color. He nearly shouted, " Jubilation Lee! You scared the hell out of me young lady!" Jubilee giggled and pushed his forehead with her hand, " Yeah nice to see ya' too. So what's up Forge?" He shrugged, " Just checking out my new bike. Pretty cool huh?" Jubilee leaned in closer, "Yeah I guess so, but I came to tell ya' to stay out of Wolvie's way. He's royally ticked that you won this beauty, and he was drinking last night, I could tell." "I can handle myself Ms. Lee thank you very much." Jubilee put up her hands, "Hey, don't shoot the messenger ok? Anyway, how'd ya' beat Wolverine anyway, he's kind of strong y' know?" Forge brushed some dirt off his pants, beaming with pride. "Well, Beast and I did a bit of research on charts and statistics of the Danger Room's system programs. Then I merely had to go in with a lot of info in my noggin you see?" He grinned, crossing his hands over his chest. Leaning up against the Harley arrogantly he added, " That metal head just didn't know what he was getting into!" Just then a loud sound filled the cavernous garage, "Snikt!" Forge spun, his face white. Logan stood three feet behind him with his left hand's claws extended. "Anyone I know Jubes?" Forge blubbered, "Oh Wolverine! We were just discussing.." "Shut up!", He roared, cutting Forge short. In moments Forge's pistol was free from its holster, but Logan was much faster. Jubilee was walking slowly away, eyes glued to the two X men. Logan had grabbed Forge's arm, and Forge was wincing at his crushing grip. "You better watch what you say Injun, or the next time you see this bike it'll be scrap metal." His adumantium claws retracted, and he stalked off sneering. "Later Jubes," he called over his shoulder. Lighting a cigar, he dissapeared into the mansion. Jubilee sat on the bike with her legs crossed and blew out her breath. "What a hunk." Forge gaped at her, "He just nearly filetted me, and you're taking his side?" He tightened his red headband, "How any women can find him attractive are beyond me." She threw up her arms, "You're a guy, of course you don't see it! I don't know, it's just.. Forget it." He shook his head to clear his mind, "Well he's out of control, that's what he is! An animal, straight out of the Amazon. The Proffesor should have notice of this encounter. Besides, we all know the probability of him going into one of his bezerker rages is 10 to 1." Jubilee snorted, "You're a dork", she said only half joking. "I mean C'mon, who really talks like that anyway? Do you always talk like that? I just thought you liked to sound cool at meetings or on missions, but Whoah slow down tiger." Forge smiled, a dopey boyish grin. "Well I guess I'm too smart for my own good." Jubilee stuck out her tongue at him and he picked her up off the bike. She was amazed at how strong he was, and with that adamantium enforced limb, she wondered. Forget Wolverine, Yeah! Forge smiled and ruffled her hair. "Hey kid, I got a lot of work to do, so why don't you go play in the X-jet or something. Jubilation Lee pouted, "Oh C'mon, I'll be good", she walked right up to him and smiled, "Besides, I'm not a kid." "Ok, but you'll have to follow my orders to the dot." She grinned and gave him a dramatic salute, "Yes sir!" "I'll be able to fix this up good, especially with my skills. I'd say in a weeks top this thing will be put in the records book," Forge said. Jubilee scoffed, "You're ego is slipping, and besides, everything we own should be put in the record books." But Forge didn't reply, he was staring intently at the bike's engine. There were so many possibilities..