A/N: So here it is! This is the last installment in my Something to Sleep To' series. If ya want more, tell me about it!

Okay, I don't own the first scene here, when Jubilee is talking to Monet, all diolouge there isn't mine.

And I don't own the song at the end, it belongs to Lifehouse!

Happy readin' folks. Oh and remember to review!





Monet and me? Where the heck am I?



I'm in a freaking store, the last place I ever want to be again. I'm smiling, but I don't know why

the heck I would be. There's a really weird shirt on me it's weird! I don't remember this, why

would I be remembering this now?


I'm rambling off to Monet about how we're mutants, how the world doesn't want us around.

Hell, it looks like I'm in a
good mood while saying this junk, how? I can see myself look at

Monet's silent face and I ask her what she's thinking about.


While watching myself butt into her business, I am actually interested in why she's so down. But

what I'm really interested in is why I'm hangin' with Monet. Monet!


It's Everett isn't it,' I hear myself ask. I get this really sad look in my eyes, while she just gets a

far off one. I miss him too, you know. But it's been like months, M. It's like after I lost my

parents, Logan taught me how to deal with that, how to mourn loved ones, and also how to keep it

in perspective and move on. He was our teammate'


I look at myself. I am so innocent. I lost my parents at a young ass age and I loved my parents.

But I didn't cause their death! I don't know why I'm dreaming about this, I don't know why the

message is so important. The situation here is completely different.


But you gotta stop beating yourself up about this Monet.' The scene before me vanishes.

There's blackness around me, but it's like a black that's so blue that I can't even explain it to an

exact point. It kinda looks like my hair. My body feels like it's sitting Indian style on the floor, but

in looks I can't see my body.


A little girl appears before me, she has Asian ey- she's me. I mean she's me when I was five. I'm

in my Old Catholic uniform. My hair is in pigtails. She looks- well I look really innocent, full of

life. Me, the now me smiles. I didn't have a care in the world.


Letting go is not easy Jubilation, but we all gotta do it some day. It's the younger me. What the

hell does she know? I'm about to ask her when someone new pops out of the shadows. If this

has anything to do with my conscience again, I may have a heart attack.


Surprise, it's me again! I guess I'm around sixteen. Compared to the seven year old me, I look

old. Before the sixteen one says anything, the current me jumps out of the shadows. Not me, as in

myself, but like a clone of me. I'm completely different than both of the others. They seem to be

little girls compared to the woman form that is there.


It's so weird to look at yourself and just look at yourself. It's different than a mirror, cause

they're moving around, and breathing at totally different rates than I am.


So why am I here, I ask. But they don't acknowledge me. They're looking each other over,

talking like old school girls catching up. So why stay? I get up to walk away, but I can't move.

They want me here, but they won't acknowledge my prescence?


Actually, we wanna speak to you,' the youngest one pipes up.


Yeah,' the second oldest jumps in. Her bubble gum flashes brightly and I almost grimace. I

notice the oldest doesn't say anything at all, just stares at me intently. I don't know why the heck

yer mad at the Wolvster, but like it's not fair!'


Is she yelling at me? Is a sixteen-year-old brat yelling at me? Before I have time to smart talk

her back, the most current me shields herself.


Oh, you do not know what your Wolvster does later. You wouldn't believe it if I told ya.'


Well actually, we promised we'd meet eachother in a couple of years. He's busy right n' She

never finishes.


Busy? Busy doing what? Or should I say, whom?'


Well, after my graduation in two years, I'm gonna meet up with him. It'll be like old times an''

again, she never finishes her statement. The oldest throws huge sparks at her, causing her to

scream. Her body then disappears.


The oldest one then sits on the floor and looks at her hands. She starts to cry, and then also

disappears.


Now the youngest one, she's the one left.


Hi,' she says shyly. I'm neutral. And I'm the before. You may not see a point to this for a

while, but I'm here to tell you something important. You NEED to forgive Logan. Whether you

make peace with him or not, in your heart, forgiveness needs to happen. And no matter what,

don't let him leave tonight. Don't let him leave Don't let him leave!'


***


Jubilee awoke covered in sweat. She was in her room instead of the med-lab bed. Hank was

there.


Welcome back to reality Jubilation. He smiled at her with his toothy grin; she wanted to throw

up. Her thoughts were scrambled as she laid back into her pillow. There was an urge in her that

she had never felt before. Her urge was to get to Logan. She needed to find him and get him to

stay. There was no explanation, just the need.


Hank, I'm gonna need your help.


***



It was definitely weird to be in bright clothes again. The colors seemed to blind her, they seemed

restricting, too tight for her body. Her outfit was out of the ordinary for the new Jubilee,

definitely out of ordinary.


A tight, black spandex suit covered her body. It ended in a tank top kind of form, to go along

with her shirt. But the shirt was the big problem. Or at least that's what was etched in her head.

Of course, Hank had argued against her, telling her that this was the shirt that she needed to wear.


The problem was, the shirt was a bit long. But not long enough to classify as a dress. Hank had

insisted upon having her where no shorts under the shirt, he had said, the body suit is perfect

addition, you need no more to the outfit.' The shirt was also a bright yellow, striped with black.

It hung off her right shoulder, and fell off her left.


But the thing she didn't want to wear the most was her yellow overcoat. The thing was too

God-damned bright', as she had said. It didn't hang on her like it used to, in fact it was quite

snug. Snug enough to look proper, but not as comfortable as it had been. Now to complete the

outfit, her trademark rollerblades were her shoes.


Now keep in mind, the plan was not to seduce Logan, as it might seem; But to remind him of the

younger Jubilee. It was to remind him of a time long ago, a real long time ago.


***


She sat at the bottom step of the grand staircase that swept into the main lobby of the mansion,

pondering if this was what she really wanted to do. Pulling the Velcro strap tight against the

rollerblade was the last time for thought. Before anyone heard the sound of her across the floor,

she was out the door.


Jubilee knew where she could find Logan, without even thinking where she was going. She was at

the garage, so was he?


Of course he was. He was already seated on the bike, and she jumped when he revved up the

engine.


Where are ya goin'? It was soft, she was afraid he didn't hear her.


Anywhere bsides here.


Well ya can't leave now! I mean this is okay now I'm better now.


Keep tellin' that to yerself kid maybe then it'll come true. He revved up his bike again.


Stay with me Wolvie, please stay with me.


Beggin' s'not becoming on ya, Darlin'.


Oh, and I guess you leaving is! Cause it's not, you know it's not. How many times are ya

gonna leave me, huh! Her original plan was not like this at all. She was supposed to be begging,

she wasn't supposed to be yelling at him.


Ya know I had my reasons for not stayin' Jubes! He was angry, she smiled.


And you know exactly right that I had my reasons for rejecting your help. Wolvie, come on

Please. I'm actually begging you, please stay with me!


I can't do this Darlin'. I can't help ya Without another word, he roared past her. Without

thinking, Jubilee flew out of the garage. He sped on without a backward glance, roaring out to the

gates. They didn't open.


Jubilee reached him and screeched to a halt. It had started to rain. It was always raining.


You don't get to do this again Logan, she screamed. You don't get to leave this time! Why

do you always get to leave? Her once dry hair, flattened against her head. It felt like déjà vu all

over again. It was always the rain.


Damn gates! Jubes, leave it be


No, I won't! You can't leave tonight, you can't leave! She wanted to rip him off the bike and

throw him against something. Before she could say anything more, he gripped her face roughly.

She knew what was coming, and shrunk inwardly.


He kissed her.



It was full on the mouth, and intense, full of anger and frustration. But only on his part. Pulling,

was all the contribution Jubilee gave towards the kiss, she wanted him to let go. Finally, he did.

The gates miraculously opened, she was surprised he didn't zoom away right there. Now

there's a good reason for ya to stay away from me. I can't help ya.


He sped off and out of the gates, where she couldn't see him any longer. Still, she fled after him.

But all that happened was her falling flat on her behind. She was alone.



Wolvie had left her again.



Don't give up on me yet
Don't forget who I am
I know I'm not there yet
But don't let me stay here alone
This time all I want is you
There is no one else
Who can take your place
I've seen enough
And it's never enough
It keeps leaving me needing you