A/N: So yeah, here's another quick chapter. I just might update quicker with these short chapters! Thanks to everyone who has reviewed my story it really means a lot to me. So here you go, Chapter four!
Seeing her face on the news was something more than he could take. Jubes wasn't
dead. It couldn't be possible. He remembered a girl on his arm a skinny little number.
But he didn't remember anything afterwards. All he could remember was jumping out of
the bar and onto his bike.
Anger, sadness, and pain erupted in his heart and soul. She couldn't be dead. No one
could water down his firecracker.
It was funny that he never thought to call. It would have been easy, hell he could have
picked up some payphone somewhere and made sure she was okay. But he couldn't do
that. After leaving her for so long, he owed it to her. He would be there for her funeral.
Just like she would'a been there for his.
He went on and on during the night and day. There wasn't any stopping him. He didn't
even remember sunrise and sunset. There was no time in between.
Vroom, vroooom, vroooooom.
~~~
It was early morning when Wolverine pulled up to the mansion's long drive. But
something was wrong. It was raining, so the scents that usually hung around weren't
there. But there was a new scent. Her scent. She was there. Jubilee was cold, so cold
that he could smell it. She was near death.
He ran. And he ran fast.
Traveling forward, his feet took him. His nose and only his nose took him to her. There
was nothing except the smells to lead him. Nothing, except his will to believe.
Everything in his body told him he wasn't going fast enough. So he surged forward,
smashing through flowers and bushes on the way. Mud soaked his jeans and boots that
he wore. But he didn't care. He needed to save her. He owed it to her, after everything
they had been through.
He found her slumped against a tree; her body was blue and her breath was shallow. The
deep black hair that fell past her face was plastered to her head. He didn't waste any time
and called to her. Jubilee! Jubes! Come on! Unconsciously he was yelling to her,
trying helplessly to make her speak. Even an utterance of a deeper breath would've told
him. But there was nothing.
After a moment of waiting, he reached forward to her. Placing a worn hand along her
soft face, he tried to warm her skin. Without hesitance to call someone, he hefted her up.
She was light and almost too easy to carry. He placed her hands into the pockets of his
jeans, and hugged her close to his body. There was no jacket to wrap around her wet
shoulders, but he hoped his body warmth would be enough for the frail girl.
Hugging Jubilee close, he walked forward. His steps were brisk and quick, hurrying
along for the girl's sake. She needed a doctor, and quickly. He would get her that, at any
cost.
He was now yards ahead from the spot where he had found her and he kept trying to
wake her. It didn't seem to work, she wasn't stirring no matter what he tried. But he
kept talking. Even though he was almost positive she couldn't hear him, he went talking
anyway.
An' remember the times when we would just sit by the lake? Talkin' I loved talking
to you kid. Everythin' was good. It was hot too. Yer hair was glistenin' in the sun, and
my jeans were killin' me. If yah had thrown another one o'those firecrackers at me, I
was gonna getchya. He laughed then, out loud. It was then, that she started to make a
sound. Only he would've been able to hear this sound. It was like the sound of a pin
hitting the floor in a concert. It was barely there, but it was enough.
Darlin', yer home.
No, she wasn't.
He could feel her body stiffen, and then fall back into his arms again. Knowing, he
charged into the mansion doors. Only one name came to his mind.
~~~
Charging, pulsating, hot. Her body convulsed off the table every minute they charged
her. She was on a heating bed, gradually warming her cold body. Hank shook his head
every few minutes, gesturing Jean to charge again.
Wolverine couldn't take his eyes off of the poor body. Each time it would rise, so would
his eyes. There was no one who could tear him away.
Almost every second he shoved his hands into his hair trying to keep them busy, but it
didn't work. Nothing worked. Nothing would work until she was alive again.
Scott had shoved a mug of coffee in his face after fifteen minutes. Wolverine almost
couldn't look at Scott's face, his guilty expression. He knew it was true. The girl
should've been on sharp watch. It shouldn't have happened. After five minutes they
charged her again.
Nothing.
I won't cry. No. Nothin' can make me cry. Except her.'
He couldn't lose her. But maybe he already had.
~~~
She's stable, but we had a hard time bringing her back. Her body temperature was too
cold, but that's about fixed right now. The main thing we're worried about now is if she
really wants to wake.
What the hell do ya mean?
Logan, you haven't been here. You don't know what has been going on. Jean tried to
explain to him what had been happening. She's closed herself off to us, she hasn't even
said two words since she got here. You don't know.
There wasn't a real response, only a growl. When can I see her?
Go on in, Hank and I will be in and out. We need to watch her.
An' how come she wasn't bein' watched before? This was bullshit! He didn't wait for
an answer but pushed into the next room. Anger quickly washed out of him as he looked
at the still body. The thing was, she wasn't blue anymore. That had to be better than
what she looked like before. But would she have the will to fight? He gripped her hand,
and sat on the edge of her bed. He would wait.
Would she wake?
