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"Get out of my way bub," growled Logan. He didn't know why there was a double of him with bone claws in front of him. Or why Jubilee poured her heart out to the guy. He had just come by and decided to carefully sneak into the house to see how Jubilee was doing. Next thing you know, his hearing Jubilee shouting... that she was ashamed of him. He had to talk to her. He wasn't sure what he was going to say, but he had to talk to her now.
"Sorry, aint happening. I think she needs some time alone," said Andrew as he eyed the man.
Snikt!
Logan's adamantium claws shined in the moonlight. He dived towards Andrew, giving a frustrated roar as he placed all his emotions behind the blow. The sound of flesh being cut and battered could be heard as the two slashed and wrestled with each other like wild animals.

Jubilee was the first to break the kiss. She blinked her eyes as she looked up at Darek.
"Um wow," said Jubilee dumbly. Darek chuckled as he moved a hand through her hair.
"So mind telling me what upset you?" asked Darek. Jubilee simply placed her head on his shoulder and tightened her grip on him.
"Don't wanna talk about it," muttered Jubilee as she let his body warmth keep her cozy and safe. She should go see what Andy and Wolvie were doing outside. She should be freaking out that she kissed Darek and was so close to him she could smell his aftershave. But Jubilee didn't always do things she should do.

TenchiNacht

"DADDY!"Wolverine stopped his attack to look up at a young girl. She unsheathed her claws, and tears came to her eyes. "Get away from him." She ran toward Logan with intent on hurting him, but she was caught up by Grampa.
"You two quit acting like that!" grampa scolded. "You both got children you love, now act like men."
The clawed men stood up and shook hands. Andrew motioned for Logan to come into the house."
"Why do you have metal claws?" Karry asked.
"My claws are like your's only covered in this stuff that's really strong." Logan explained, her question reminded him of some things Jubilee said when she was that young.

The three Ferals and Logan went into the house.

"She must be in her room it's this way."
They went up to the attic door, with out knocking they opened it expecting Jubilee would be crying her eyes out. It was quite the opposite. Darek's shirt was on the floor, and he was working on jubilee's bra straps, who knows where her shirt is. Andrew and Logan were speechless it was Grampa who got there attention away from thier..um..activities.

"A Hem!" Grampa grunted.

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All Derek could do, was blink in surprise, before what seemed to be his father's twin, grabbed his throat and puished him into the wall.
The all too familiar sound of claws being unsheated rang in his ears, even as he heard a growl, that made his skin crawl.
"Ya ever touch my lil' girl again, kid or not kid, Ah'm gonna skin ya alive!" roared Logan, who was close to a berserker rage.
"Sh-shuck!" Four times three claws were pointed at his head, throat, heart and, well, family jewels, and for a second, Wolverine could have sworn it was him saying:
"Step away from my son, or *you* will be the one, to be skinned alive!"
Grampa only snarled in agreement.
And then all went white, a flashing light blinding the four men, causing them to sheat their weapons and shield their eyes with their hands.
"That's it, I've had enough macho behaviour for one night! Get out, get out, before I throw you out, all of you!"
Jubilee stood there, her whole body shaking with barely controlled anger, hands and eyes glowing in rainbow colours.
One whiff told the three elder men to do as told, never mind how much they disliked it, but the youngest one was not quite so wise.
Derek, still somewhat dazzled, attempted to give her a bear hug, but got his hair burned instead.
Angry, he wanted to give back in kind, and said the first thing, that came to his mind:
"Geez, babe, you got mood swings, and it ain't even your time of the month!"

Walking down the stairs, andrew, Logan and Grampa winced, when they heard the screaming and battling, followed by Derek's pleas for mercy.
Andrew sighed, when his son flew past him, and made a hasty retreat to the garden, his clothes smoldering.
"Of all the things to say, why does he always have to pick the worst?"