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?