A/N: Okkkkay guys, here's the next chapter! I'm a little shaky about it since it's the first time Jubes and Wolvie talk, so tell me how you feel about it. What would you like to see happen between the two, meaning anything you want it to mean. I have to thank everyone who has reviewed, taking your time and reviewing is much appreciated. Thank you very much. Oh and I kinda forgot to say this in the last two chapters, I don't own em! ::Growls::, Here ya go!
Warm, toasty and warm. Oh it feels so niiice. Sleep equal good'
Cold hands opened her eyes. Bright lights were flashing all around.
Oh, nooo! Don't open my eyes! Sleep good, sleep good.'
Jubes, it's time.
No, no time. Jube no wakey.'
Jubilation, time to wake up!
Cheery bitch, who the fuck are you?'
I'm your conscience!
Shut the fuck up! Just go away. I don't need you or anyone else.'
I beg to differ! Are you ready?
Ready? Ready for wHAAAAAAAA- Holy shit, AHHHHHHHHHHH.'
~~~
Jubilee, hunny? It was Jean again. Why did she always have to wake up to
Jean?
It was hard to open her eyes, they were sticky and clamped shut. It was very bright in the
room; she didn't want to see. No lights, she whispered. It hurt to talk, her mouth was
moving and yet, she didn't want it to. Suddenly the lights were dimmed, it was nice.
How's that? Jean sounded worried, why was she worried? Wait, why was she here?
Where's Caro? She didn't remember.
Hands, hands on her head.
NO! You aren't allowed inside! She wanted to get up; she wanted to leave now. But
her lungs hurt. Her head hurt. Her heart hurt.
She couldn't breathe.
Tears welled up in her eyes and slowly leaked to her cheeks. She was crying, sobbing
with so much pain that it was hard to hear anything.
Darlin', it's alright.
No, it's not alri-, Gasping, she was gasping uncontrollably.
Jubilee, I'm going to inject you with something to make you feel better.
Gasping, gasping, gasp-
Sleep washed over her, she could breathe again. Her pain seemed to wash away. The
room swirled with colors, bright reds, blues, and greens. Colorful tears leaked down her
cheeks. Jubilee fell back against her pillow, sleeping was nice.
Logan, go and get the professor please.
He was out of the room in a flash.
~~~
We can't do anything about it. The professor's voice echoed into Wolverine's ears,
they repeated themselves over and over again. He had to stop them.
Why the hell not, he asked angrily.
No need to get upset Logan. If Jubilation is not willing to be helped, we can't help her.
The fact is, she's a danger to herself and my students, something needs to be done.
But ya can't help her?
I don't know how to help her Logan. She's closed herself off, mind and soul. I don't
know what to do.
Ya don't know what ta do? Or ya don't wanna do what ya have
And what's that Logan?
Help her heal! God Damn, what the hell is this school about if ya don't help the mutants
that are in need? So many more of yer students screwed up worse than before her.
Healin' takes time Chuck. Give her time.
I'll give her time Logan, but only if she wants it. You're the one who helps her make
the decision. Does she want help or not?
Let's let her wake up fore we make any drastic decisions, he growled. Before the
Professor could say any more, Logan fled the room, anger rising in his chest.
~~~
There wasn't any sound when she woke again. Her chest and head felt better now; there
wasn't any more pain. But she was disgusted with herself. She had cried in front of
them. Without opening her eyes, she sat there and pondered.
What the heck was Wolvie doing there? He didn't even call to ask if she was alive or
not. It was probably some stupid day vacation back at the mansion. When had he come
back for her? Okay, well numerous times, but still she was mad at him. Okay, the fact
was she wasn't mad; she was just not anything. Was it okay to feel neutral to the man
she used to call her father? In her mind it was okay, he sure didn't act like her father.
When she moved her hand, there was something there. It was wet, yet soft too. She
moved her hand away; it was annoying. Without a moments notice, there was pressure
on her legs. Not really willing, but curious as anything. She opened her eyes.
There was a dog on her bed.
Innocently, the dog sat. It cocked its head to the right, looking into her eyes with such
innocence. The dog was inching towards her, its front paws were moving closer and
quicker with each step the dog took. Shaking, Jubilee reached out her hand towards the
dog's nose. It was wet, black, and probably what had been annoying her earlier.
Jameela! Get off that bed! Jubilee quickly withdrew her hand. The dog, apparently
called Jameela hopped off the bed quickly. Beast stood in the doorway. My
condolences if she interrupted your slumber.
She didn't answer him, just stared at him. She couldn't get herself to utter any words.
Beast turned then, walking away.
Yes Jubilee, he answered.
Why's her name Jameela? He walked back into the room and sat on a nearby chair.
Jameela hopped onto Jubilee's bed again, lying between her legs.
It means beautiful. We actually found her on the street. She's an albino Dalmatian, she
usually tends occupy the lab.
Can, she stay here a little?
Of course, he said as he started to get up. He walked out the door and called from
around the corner. I hope you feel better soon Jubilation, we need your smile around
here again.
I'll try Hank, I'll try.
Jubilee wrapped her arms around Jameela's tiny, white body and fell asleep.
~~~
Her head was completely clear the next time she awoke. Jameela was gone, so
was she; all alone in her room. Or so she thought
Gruff, it was a gruff voice. It couldn't be mistaken; Logan was in her room.
Jubilee wanted to pretend he wasn't there; she didn't want to face him yet; maybe not
ever. I know yer awake.
So what could she do? Pretend she was asleep even though he knew she wasn't?
Her eyes opened, crystal blue eyes stared into his face. He couldn't smell what she was
feeling. It wasn't anger; it wasn't happiness, there wasn't anything.
Speak to me Darlin'.
I have nothing to say to you, Logan. Her voice was cool, relaxed, and calm. And what
she uttered was the complete truth; she had nothing.
Well, I have somethin' ta say ta you, Darlin'. You better start actin' happy real soon.
She stared at him, and then actually laughed. It was one of the saddest things to come to
his ears, the sad laugh. How can a laugh be sad? Laughs can be bitter, mad, happy, and
sad. Hers might have been all feelings mixed together.
Look at this, just look at this. Here's a man tellin' me that I better start acting happy.
I'm not a kid anymore Logan, and you better believe it. You're nothing to me. She
didn't say anything more, and she didn't listen to him anymore either. Closing her eyes,
she turned over and slept soundly. He was off her chest now; he would leave her alone.
WRONG!
Oh, how she was wrong.
