I heard this song and for some reason was inspired. I've been thinking about it and finally decided to write it down. The song is "I Miss My Friend" by Daryl Worley. I don't own it or the X-Men mentioned here. I did make up Nancy Carrigan, but as that's probably someone's name, it's not mine either. *sigh* I hope everyone enjoys this and reviews to tell me so. Just a little look into the best partnership of all time.
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20 year-old freshman Jubilation Lee sat in her college dorm room, sulking. I hate chemistry, she thought wearily. For a second, she thought about calling Hank at the mansion; he could surely help her, but she didn't want to run the risk of Logan picking up the phone. She had been accepted to Berkeley the year before; complications with a mission had delayed her entry into college. She told Logan, but he had wanted her to stay closer to the mansion. She closed her eyes and tried to shut it all out, but the conversation came back full force in her mind.
"Darlin, why don't ya stay closer to the mansion."
"Wolvie, this is Berkeley we're talking about. How many chances like this will I get?"
"Harvard is closer and a better med school anyway. I'll have Chuck call and get you an interview."
"No! I applied to Berkeley and got in without any help. I wanna go there!"
"But that's so far away from the mansion and me."
That had been the moment I snapped. "What does it matter?! You're never here anyway!" I walked out then, haven't seen him since.
She pulled herself out of her reverie, realizing she had tears running down her face. Pull yourself together Jubes, what if Nance walks in? She wiped her eyes, and fell back onto her bed. She flipped on her stereo and turned the dial to one of those national country countdowns. For some strange reason, she was in a country mood. A soft piano played, accompanied by an acoustic.
Great, she thought, just what I need. Despite herself, she listened to the song.
I miss the look of surrender in your eyes, the way your soft brown hair would fall.
She snorted at the irony of the song. She always loved the way she could get "her Wolvie" to do anything.
I miss the power of your kiss when we made love, oh but baby most of all, I miss my friend.
She thought back to her romanticism philosophy class, where Professor Bines had said that "making love" did not necessarily denote romance. That was true in her and Logan's case; well, it used to be anyway. They made the best kind of love; the kind that can't be broken, no matter what. She once again found herself in tears. She did miss him.
The one my heart and soul confided in, the one I felt the safest with, the one who knew just what to say to make me laugh again, to let the light back in. I miss my friend
Oh, how she missed him.
Across the country, the one known as the Wolverine sat back on his couch, reveling in the silence. The students had been taken on a field trip, so the mansion was almost completely empty. It was in times like these that he allowed himself to think. The last time he'd seen her, she had been so angry with him. I wonder what she's doing right now. Probably laughing with friends; probably doesn't even think about me. He sighed and clicked on his old radio, mid-song.
I miss the colors you brought into my life, your golden smile and those blue-green eyes.
Of course, he thought, why wouldn't the radio be against me? He sighed, resigning himself to the song. He could still see the fire in her eyes when she had yelled at him, and even then, he was proud of her. Despite all the odds, she had grown up into a beautiful young woman. His little girl wasn't so little anymore, and he was afraid if he didn't do something, she would walk out of his life. So he had done what he'd thought was best, and she had walked out, and angry.
I miss your gentle voice in lonely times like now sayin' it'll be alright. I miss my friend.
He half expected her to come bounding through the door, begging him to take her out somewhere, or to watch her roller blade, or just to sit and talk.
The one my heart and soul confided in, the one I felt the safest with, the one who knew just what to say to make me laugh again, to let the light back in. I miss my friend.
"Oh, darlin."
I miss those times
Wolvster and Jubes, inseparable.
I miss those nights
Spilling secrets and nightmares, finally falling asleep around 2 am.
I even miss our silly fights
Which is better, peanut butter or jelly?
The making up, the morning talks, and those late afternoon walks
Forgiven in a heartbeat, coffee at 10, roaming the grounds, laughing carefree.
I miss my friend
Nancy Carrigan walked into her dorm room and saw her friend in tears. Carefully, she sat down and flicked the stereo off.
"What's up, J?"
Jubilee sniffed, clearing her eyes. "That's a great song." Nancy eyed her skeptically. "Hey, Nance? Can I use your cell? I gotta make a phone call."