Changes 5
Author's Notes: In this chapter we will be taking a look at Jubilee's past, during the time Bastion kidnapped her. These events can be found in Generation X #27, and it talks about Bastioned and some of his reasons why he kidnapped her. So read that book if you're still lost on the whole Bastion kidnapped Jubilee fiasco. The first part will be Jubilee remembering the past. So in retrospect this will be Jubilee's POV.
Disclaimer: Is it mine? I guess not, since I'm not making any money from it. Marvel gets all the fun. They have all the cool characters, and they get all the money. It's not fair, I tell ya. It's not fair!
In the past:
Bastion was standing there like he owned the joint, and I was tied up like some deranged lunatic. He had kidnapped me. One day he showed up at Xavier's School for gifted youngsters, and he kept Mondo from killing me. I thought that he was going to save me, but I was wrong. I was so wrong. He had kidnapped me because he wanted me to give him some vital information on the X-Men. I knew better than that, but there were times when he almost tricked me.
"His name was Cyclops. Our records indicate he was the first X-Man. He was leader of the genetic-terrorist faction of mutants known collectively as the X-Men. He possessed powerful optic blasts beams of force that could only be contained by a ruby quartz visor. The remains of which you see before you."
That's what Bastioned told me when he placed Scott's broken visor down in front of me. He wanted me to believe that Scott was dead, and that the proof of his demise was those damn tattered visors sitting in the front of me. I knew that he was lying, and so I decided to call him out on his lie.
"What, am I stupid? Just because you show me some beat-to-heck visor, I'm supposed to start blubberin and tellin' ya everything there is t'know about the X-Men? Puh-leaze!"
"Believe what you chose to believe child. The simple truth of the matter is the age of Homo superior is over."
Like I was going to believe that one. First the man kidnapped me, and then he actually expected me to believe everything that came out of his mouth. I wasn't born yesterday, and I certainly wasn't about to buy the books that he was trying to sell at my door.
"Yer a liar Bastion. I know Cyclops. If he's gonna die someday, it ain't gonna be from a loser like you."
It wasn't until later that I realized that Bastion was using chamber illusions on me. I thought that I was in a dingy cell, but actually I was in a monitoring room. I also found out that the big hat thing that was on my head was actually a monitoring device to see inside my innermost thoughts and memories. He tried to pry into my mind, and pull up these painful memories. I wasn't about to tell him anything regarding the X-Men. I refused to sink that low.
He claimed that he killed all of the X-Men while I was asleep, but I refused to allow myself to believe him. Then he decided that he was going to play dirty. He wanted to get me to open up and tell him everything. He wanted to hurt me in ways unimaginable, and he aimed at doing that by showing me the image of my best friend being tortured.
"Wolvie?"
"He can't hear you."
I listened to Wolvie's torturer's pick and prod him for answers. For a moment I really believed that was really Wolvie up there, and it literally broke my heart.
"Mutant designate: Wolverine, we will ask you again. What is the prime location of the gene terrorist faction known as the X-Men?"
"I'll tell ya what I told ya before bub. Kiss my Canadian butt."
It was then that they charged up the electricity, and electrocuted him without any remorse or guilt. It's like I said, I almost believed that the man being tortured was really Wolvie. That's until they had to blow it. They went too far, and it was in that instant I knew that they were lying. For their sole mistake was when they showed Logan begging them to stop the torture. Now I know Logan would much rather sit there and fry than to ever beg for mercy. Logan would die before he ever begged.
I'll admit I got angry, and I said a few choice words to Bastion about humanity. I guess it was enough to make him mad, because after my little speech he hit me. He punched me dead in my mouth. All I remember after that was Bastion slinking his way up to me, and staring me dead in my face. I remember him taking his hand and putting it on the side of my face, but I was just too distracted by the coldness in his eyes to realize what he was doing.
"My humanity child is the only thing that's keeping you alive."
After he said that he walked out of the room, and I remember saying to myself this.
"Pihh. I showed him."
The only problem was that I hadn't showed him anything. He was the one that had a million tricks up his sleeve. It was only now that I realized that he had been using me from the start. When he fingered the side of my cheek, he wasn't forcing me to look at him. He was activating the mind-controlling device that was planted in my head.
What was that speech about his humanity keeping me alive? It was only then that I realized that Bastion programmed my mind, so that I would later fall in love with him. There had to be more, but what? What would Bastion have to gain from me marrying him?
The only thing that I could think of at that time was that he wanted something from me. What could it be? I know some of it had to do with the information on the X-Men's location, but there had to be more. What?
It was then that the answer to that question hit me like a ton of bricks, and I wanted to mentally kick myself. It wasn't Bastion's humanity that kept me alive all those years ago, but it was nothing more than greed. He had wanted something, and no it wasn't information like I had thought before.
No, what Bastion wanted was his very own offspring's, and I was the one that gave them to him. I gave him four kids to be exact, and at the present time I only knew where two of them were. So where were my other two children Chris, and Michael? I don't ever recall them having any mutant abilities, but if they were as powerful as Gabriela apparently was, then we all was going to be in a world of trouble.
In the present.
I remember now. I remember everything. Bastion used me, and planted some kind of mind control device in my head. It was similar to the chip that they used on Logan. The realization that I had been played like a game of Sega, hit me like a ton of bricks. I didn't care that I killed Hank or Bobby, and the urge to finish off the rest of the X-Men was still there. However I also knew that it wasn't on my own accord that I wished these things to happen. It was this chip in my head, and I knew that I had to get it out as soon as possible.
I may be an enemy of the X-Men now, but I had to tell them that they were all in trouble, and it was going to be my children that were going to destroy them all. I didn't really care about them getting killed, but there was something deep inside my heart that made me realize that I did care. I had to warn them, because even I was afraid of what the outcome was going to be. I had been his pawn, but no longer. I had to find somebody who would listen to me, but that was going to be tough considering that no one trusted me anymore.
Ororo Munroe stood in the mirror staring at her reflection. She noticed that her eyes were red and puffy from her recent crying fit. The news of Bobby's demise hit her harder than when she found out that Hank was dead. Now in a matter of minutes the funeral was slated to start, and she wasn't even dressed.
She looked in her suitcase, and she chose a simple black dress to wear. She took a quick shower and then she dressed into her dress. She was in the midst of combing her hair when she heard a quick knock on the door. She arose to answer the door, and was mildly surprised to see Scott standing at the door.
She looked him over, and she had to admit that he cleaned up nicely. He was dressed up in an all black suit. She opened up her door wider, and she let him inside. He walked over to her bed, and sat down at her. He looked her over as quickly as he could, before his eyes fell to the floor.
Ororo instinctively knew that Scott was saddened by their loss, but she didn't want to disturb the quietness of the room. So she walked over to where he was seated, and she took the spot next to him. She reached out and grabbed his hands, and for a while neither one said a word. The silence was suddenly broken when Scott opened his mouth to speak, and Ororo released the breath that she was unknowingly holding in.
"The funeral starts in ten minutes. Everyone has agreed to say something in the behalf of Hank and Bobby. I wanted to see if you had anything to say, and if you do then you'll go right after Chyna."
"Hank and Bobby were my friends. It would be my pleasure to speak in their behalf."
"How did things get so screwed up?" Scott said as tears gathered into his eyes.
"I don't know." Ororo said as she pulled him into her arms.
"I wanted to kill her." Scott said as he turned his head away from her in shame.
Ororo took her index finger, and placed it under Scott's chin. She turned his face towards hers, and she looked into his eyes. She was aware of how he was feeling, and she could definitely sympathize with him.
"But you didn't"
"But I wanted to. What kind of man am I? I wanted to kill a former teammate, one who used to look up to me."
"Jubilee is not the same person that she used to be. Don't sit here and blame yourself for something that you couldn't control."
"But what if I could?"
"Scott stop blaming yourself for this. Not even Logan could stop Jubilee's mad rampage."
"I should be able to do something."
"There are plenty of things that you can do."
"Yeah right. Like what?" He scoffed.
"Well first you can show Jubilee that there's at least one person that still cares about her."
"But I don't." He said stubbornly
"That's not true, and we both know it."
"You act like that will make a difference."
"It might, but we won't know until we give it a try."
"Ororo you're the only one here that hasn't changed." Scott said with a smile.
"Sure I have. The only difference is that I still believe that you guys are the only family that I have left in this world. Like a family we will fight and argue, but I will never turn my back on any one here ever. I love you guys. All of you."
"Yeah you haven't changed, and for that I'm grateful."
Scott swooped Ororo in his arms, and gave her a tight hug. He held on to her for a few minutes, before she broke their embrace. She stood up from the bed nervously, and she could feel the heat rise in her cheeks. She was certain that she was blushing, but she wasn't about to let Scott know that she was. So she turned her back towards him, as she contemplated her next step. After a few minutes she was surprised to feel a pair of strong arms suddenly wrap around her waist from behind. Soon she felt Scott lips move closer to her ear, and then he whispered into her ear ever so lightly.
"Thank you for being there me Ro."
There goes that blushing again.
Ororo immediately felt alone when Scott pulled away, and she chastised herself for thinking about such things when her friends were dead. She cursed herself for enjoying the way that his body felt pressed against hers. She hated that these new feelings decided to arrive at one of the most difficult times in her life, but they were feelings that she enjoyed.
She turned around to face Scott, and she had to smile at the confused look on his face. He looked up at her to stare into Ororo's powerful blue eyes, and he was momentarily stuck in his place. He was speechless for a while, until Ororo opened her mouth to speak.
"I'll be here for you old friend, until the day that I die."
She grabbed his hand, and they walked out of the room together. They headed towards the funeral, and for once that day they both were at a loss for words. They just held on to each other hands, and they silently prayed that this was the start of a new beginning. It was time to make a few changes in the mansion, and they were really the only ones qualified to get things back to the way they once were. They realized that they had a tough fight ahead of them, but it was going to be well worth the wait.
That's it for this chapter. The last part was a toughie. Man that was a hard one to finish. I hope you guys can understand it. Anyway the next chapter is upon us. Let's see .The funeral is underway. (For real this time.) We'll see what the team has to say about their fallen teammates. Also Remy comes back, and he has a few things to get off of his chest. Some things will be nice, and some things won't be so nice. Scott and Ro get closer. Just think this story was originally supposed to be a Remy/Ro fic, but I like this whole Scott thing. Enters Emma. Thought I forgot about her? There's no way that I could forget about Scott's fiancé, and after the next chapter neither will Ororo.
Author's Notes: In this chapter we will be taking a look at Jubilee's past, during the time Bastion kidnapped her. These events can be found in Generation X #27, and it talks about Bastioned and some of his reasons why he kidnapped her. So read that book if you're still lost on the whole Bastion kidnapped Jubilee fiasco. The first part will be Jubilee remembering the past. So in retrospect this will be Jubilee's POV.
Disclaimer: Is it mine? I guess not, since I'm not making any money from it. Marvel gets all the fun. They have all the cool characters, and they get all the money. It's not fair, I tell ya. It's not fair!
In the past:
Bastion was standing there like he owned the joint, and I was tied up like some deranged lunatic. He had kidnapped me. One day he showed up at Xavier's School for gifted youngsters, and he kept Mondo from killing me. I thought that he was going to save me, but I was wrong. I was so wrong. He had kidnapped me because he wanted me to give him some vital information on the X-Men. I knew better than that, but there were times when he almost tricked me.
"His name was Cyclops. Our records indicate he was the first X-Man. He was leader of the genetic-terrorist faction of mutants known collectively as the X-Men. He possessed powerful optic blasts beams of force that could only be contained by a ruby quartz visor. The remains of which you see before you."
That's what Bastioned told me when he placed Scott's broken visor down in front of me. He wanted me to believe that Scott was dead, and that the proof of his demise was those damn tattered visors sitting in the front of me. I knew that he was lying, and so I decided to call him out on his lie.
"What, am I stupid? Just because you show me some beat-to-heck visor, I'm supposed to start blubberin and tellin' ya everything there is t'know about the X-Men? Puh-leaze!"
"Believe what you chose to believe child. The simple truth of the matter is the age of Homo superior is over."
Like I was going to believe that one. First the man kidnapped me, and then he actually expected me to believe everything that came out of his mouth. I wasn't born yesterday, and I certainly wasn't about to buy the books that he was trying to sell at my door.
"Yer a liar Bastion. I know Cyclops. If he's gonna die someday, it ain't gonna be from a loser like you."
It wasn't until later that I realized that Bastion was using chamber illusions on me. I thought that I was in a dingy cell, but actually I was in a monitoring room. I also found out that the big hat thing that was on my head was actually a monitoring device to see inside my innermost thoughts and memories. He tried to pry into my mind, and pull up these painful memories. I wasn't about to tell him anything regarding the X-Men. I refused to sink that low.
He claimed that he killed all of the X-Men while I was asleep, but I refused to allow myself to believe him. Then he decided that he was going to play dirty. He wanted to get me to open up and tell him everything. He wanted to hurt me in ways unimaginable, and he aimed at doing that by showing me the image of my best friend being tortured.
"Wolvie?"
"He can't hear you."
I listened to Wolvie's torturer's pick and prod him for answers. For a moment I really believed that was really Wolvie up there, and it literally broke my heart.
"Mutant designate: Wolverine, we will ask you again. What is the prime location of the gene terrorist faction known as the X-Men?"
"I'll tell ya what I told ya before bub. Kiss my Canadian butt."
It was then that they charged up the electricity, and electrocuted him without any remorse or guilt. It's like I said, I almost believed that the man being tortured was really Wolvie. That's until they had to blow it. They went too far, and it was in that instant I knew that they were lying. For their sole mistake was when they showed Logan begging them to stop the torture. Now I know Logan would much rather sit there and fry than to ever beg for mercy. Logan would die before he ever begged.
I'll admit I got angry, and I said a few choice words to Bastion about humanity. I guess it was enough to make him mad, because after my little speech he hit me. He punched me dead in my mouth. All I remember after that was Bastion slinking his way up to me, and staring me dead in my face. I remember him taking his hand and putting it on the side of my face, but I was just too distracted by the coldness in his eyes to realize what he was doing.
"My humanity child is the only thing that's keeping you alive."
After he said that he walked out of the room, and I remember saying to myself this.
"Pihh. I showed him."
The only problem was that I hadn't showed him anything. He was the one that had a million tricks up his sleeve. It was only now that I realized that he had been using me from the start. When he fingered the side of my cheek, he wasn't forcing me to look at him. He was activating the mind-controlling device that was planted in my head.
What was that speech about his humanity keeping me alive? It was only then that I realized that Bastion programmed my mind, so that I would later fall in love with him. There had to be more, but what? What would Bastion have to gain from me marrying him?
The only thing that I could think of at that time was that he wanted something from me. What could it be? I know some of it had to do with the information on the X-Men's location, but there had to be more. What?
It was then that the answer to that question hit me like a ton of bricks, and I wanted to mentally kick myself. It wasn't Bastion's humanity that kept me alive all those years ago, but it was nothing more than greed. He had wanted something, and no it wasn't information like I had thought before.
No, what Bastion wanted was his very own offspring's, and I was the one that gave them to him. I gave him four kids to be exact, and at the present time I only knew where two of them were. So where were my other two children Chris, and Michael? I don't ever recall them having any mutant abilities, but if they were as powerful as Gabriela apparently was, then we all was going to be in a world of trouble.
In the present.
I remember now. I remember everything. Bastion used me, and planted some kind of mind control device in my head. It was similar to the chip that they used on Logan. The realization that I had been played like a game of Sega, hit me like a ton of bricks. I didn't care that I killed Hank or Bobby, and the urge to finish off the rest of the X-Men was still there. However I also knew that it wasn't on my own accord that I wished these things to happen. It was this chip in my head, and I knew that I had to get it out as soon as possible.
I may be an enemy of the X-Men now, but I had to tell them that they were all in trouble, and it was going to be my children that were going to destroy them all. I didn't really care about them getting killed, but there was something deep inside my heart that made me realize that I did care. I had to warn them, because even I was afraid of what the outcome was going to be. I had been his pawn, but no longer. I had to find somebody who would listen to me, but that was going to be tough considering that no one trusted me anymore.
Ororo Munroe stood in the mirror staring at her reflection. She noticed that her eyes were red and puffy from her recent crying fit. The news of Bobby's demise hit her harder than when she found out that Hank was dead. Now in a matter of minutes the funeral was slated to start, and she wasn't even dressed.
She looked in her suitcase, and she chose a simple black dress to wear. She took a quick shower and then she dressed into her dress. She was in the midst of combing her hair when she heard a quick knock on the door. She arose to answer the door, and was mildly surprised to see Scott standing at the door.
She looked him over, and she had to admit that he cleaned up nicely. He was dressed up in an all black suit. She opened up her door wider, and she let him inside. He walked over to her bed, and sat down at her. He looked her over as quickly as he could, before his eyes fell to the floor.
Ororo instinctively knew that Scott was saddened by their loss, but she didn't want to disturb the quietness of the room. So she walked over to where he was seated, and she took the spot next to him. She reached out and grabbed his hands, and for a while neither one said a word. The silence was suddenly broken when Scott opened his mouth to speak, and Ororo released the breath that she was unknowingly holding in.
"The funeral starts in ten minutes. Everyone has agreed to say something in the behalf of Hank and Bobby. I wanted to see if you had anything to say, and if you do then you'll go right after Chyna."
"Hank and Bobby were my friends. It would be my pleasure to speak in their behalf."
"How did things get so screwed up?" Scott said as tears gathered into his eyes.
"I don't know." Ororo said as she pulled him into her arms.
"I wanted to kill her." Scott said as he turned his head away from her in shame.
Ororo took her index finger, and placed it under Scott's chin. She turned his face towards hers, and she looked into his eyes. She was aware of how he was feeling, and she could definitely sympathize with him.
"But you didn't"
"But I wanted to. What kind of man am I? I wanted to kill a former teammate, one who used to look up to me."
"Jubilee is not the same person that she used to be. Don't sit here and blame yourself for something that you couldn't control."
"But what if I could?"
"Scott stop blaming yourself for this. Not even Logan could stop Jubilee's mad rampage."
"I should be able to do something."
"There are plenty of things that you can do."
"Yeah right. Like what?" He scoffed.
"Well first you can show Jubilee that there's at least one person that still cares about her."
"But I don't." He said stubbornly
"That's not true, and we both know it."
"You act like that will make a difference."
"It might, but we won't know until we give it a try."
"Ororo you're the only one here that hasn't changed." Scott said with a smile.
"Sure I have. The only difference is that I still believe that you guys are the only family that I have left in this world. Like a family we will fight and argue, but I will never turn my back on any one here ever. I love you guys. All of you."
"Yeah you haven't changed, and for that I'm grateful."
Scott swooped Ororo in his arms, and gave her a tight hug. He held on to her for a few minutes, before she broke their embrace. She stood up from the bed nervously, and she could feel the heat rise in her cheeks. She was certain that she was blushing, but she wasn't about to let Scott know that she was. So she turned her back towards him, as she contemplated her next step. After a few minutes she was surprised to feel a pair of strong arms suddenly wrap around her waist from behind. Soon she felt Scott lips move closer to her ear, and then he whispered into her ear ever so lightly.
"Thank you for being there me Ro."
There goes that blushing again.
Ororo immediately felt alone when Scott pulled away, and she chastised herself for thinking about such things when her friends were dead. She cursed herself for enjoying the way that his body felt pressed against hers. She hated that these new feelings decided to arrive at one of the most difficult times in her life, but they were feelings that she enjoyed.
She turned around to face Scott, and she had to smile at the confused look on his face. He looked up at her to stare into Ororo's powerful blue eyes, and he was momentarily stuck in his place. He was speechless for a while, until Ororo opened her mouth to speak.
"I'll be here for you old friend, until the day that I die."
She grabbed his hand, and they walked out of the room together. They headed towards the funeral, and for once that day they both were at a loss for words. They just held on to each other hands, and they silently prayed that this was the start of a new beginning. It was time to make a few changes in the mansion, and they were really the only ones qualified to get things back to the way they once were. They realized that they had a tough fight ahead of them, but it was going to be well worth the wait.
That's it for this chapter. The last part was a toughie. Man that was a hard one to finish. I hope you guys can understand it. Anyway the next chapter is upon us. Let's see .The funeral is underway. (For real this time.) We'll see what the team has to say about their fallen teammates. Also Remy comes back, and he has a few things to get off of his chest. Some things will be nice, and some things won't be so nice. Scott and Ro get closer. Just think this story was originally supposed to be a Remy/Ro fic, but I like this whole Scott thing. Enters Emma. Thought I forgot about her? There's no way that I could forget about Scott's fiancé, and after the next chapter neither will Ororo.
