Random thoughts

Before we get to the story, let me just thank Kasia for the review and for being the bearer of wonderful news: Joey chose Pacey! Joey chose Pacey! Woo hoo! Yeah alright! Sorry I used to be a big DC fan when Pacey and Joey were a couple. I would give anything to see that episode I missed it!

Summary

This part of the story is going to be a prequel to the movie and the second part of the story will be following what happens after the events of the movie. The movie being X-2.

For part one it flashes between Rogue's diary entries and P. O. V.'s if this gets confusing let me know.

******** Ch. 3 Thoughts of Jubilee

Okay, I think I am one of the few people here at this place who can say they know what is really going on, and it's not just cause I'm her roommate either. I'm mean Kat is her other roommate and she's completely clueless. Than again if it doesn't have to do with Mr. Summers, food, or science Kat's basically out of the loop. But me I watch people, even when my motor of a mouth is going a mile a minute I know exactly what is going on around me. Sneaky I know but it works for me.

I don't know when I first noticed what was really going on but when I did it became so obvious that I don't see how others cannot notice it. For instance hasn't anyone ever noticed that she is never without his dog tags around her neck? I mean I think she even showers with them on. And before that ugly stuffed dog/wolf/badger thing came in the mail whenever something got to her she would sit fingering his tags as if drawing comfort from them. Or maybe drawing comfort from something of his, of him. Now when something gets to her she either writes it in that book he sent her or sits holding on to that stuffed animal thing for hours. And if she can't do either than she sits caressing those tags of his.

It's also shows in the way her face lights up whenever something arrives in the mail from him or even when she is just holding or using or looking at something that came from him. There is this glow that you never see otherwise. She doesn't look half as happy when Bobby is around. Not when that poor boy seeks her out, or makes her laugh or even when he gives her little things. She smiled so sweetly the first time Bobby got the courage to hold her hand but she didn't glow. Not like she does for Logan. And the truth of the matter is I don't think Bobby can be what she needs. I don't think he knows her well enough. But Wolverine does, it shows in his gifts.

She doesn't know this, but I was watching her when she opened the first gift he sent her. The gloves he sent her for her seventeenth birthday. She looked as if she had swallowed the sun itself and it was shining from within her. And then she found his note and cried. But they were the happy kind of tears. I watched as she tried on every pair. Wearing a pair of lace gloves I saw her race to the window and throw it open sticking her hands out. At first I thought she had lost her mind and then I realized what she was doing. She was feeling the suns' warmth beating down on her hands, feeling the cool breeze on her fingertips. Something that she couldn't normally do covered as she always was. I felt a lump in my throat when I realized I had never once thought about what it must be like for her to have to be hiding herself all the time. Hiding even from the feel of the sun and the wind. But Wolverine had thought about it and wanted to change that. I peaked at the note he sent along with the gloves. He told her never to hide who she is and it was then I realized that he knows exactly who she is, something the rest of us have never taken the time to find out.

There are other things that led me to my conclusions, like the fact that I could swear she's come back to the room a couple of times smelling like cigars or whiskey or both. A smell I distinctly remember from my one and only encounter with the famous Wolverine. It was the night that Rogue first touched him. When he ran his claws through her body, an accident that terrified everyone but her. She seemed, actually, to take it in stride. She even seemed to care about him more after that night. It's like she got a peek into his soul or something but what a way get it!

Then there are the nightmares she sometimes gets, the ones she doesn't want us to know about. Kitty Kat is the deepest sleeper on the planet, you would think that she's dead if she didn't snore every once and awhile! But there have been times in the middle of the night or the early morning that I've been woken up by Rogue's cries. Sometimes it's like she's seeing another time and place. Screaming in another language with a heavy European accent to her voice. Sounding almost masculine in tone. She dreams of him, the Wolverine, the most though. At times it's like she is a spectator unable to look away and then at times it's like she is Wolverine. Or at least that she can feel what he feels. And it makes me wonder about his dreams.

About the only time she doesn't have nightmares is when she sneaks away to sleep in his room. I didn't know where she went until recently. When I followed her. I guess it ain't really any of my business but hey it's not like I meant to follow her. Okay, I did mean to follow her but I just wanted to know where she goes all the time. I trailed her to another part of the house, just beyond our dorm area. Up a flight of stairs and down a short hall I saw her disappear into a room. I thought maybe she was meeting someone but though I waited awhile no one came. When I got too tired to keep my eyes open much longer I stumbled back to my room. Banging my shin and getting a nasty bruise in the process. When I woke up the next morning she still wasn't in her bed and I knew she had slept in that room. But I couldn't figure out whose room it was. All the teachers sleep one floor below that room. Then one day I made a big show out of exploring the mansion. I dragged Rogue with me, leading her to that very same room though she didn't know it. I poked my head into a couple of other places so as not to make her suspicious. When we finally made it to that particular door I was dying of curiosity. But before I could get a peek inside she stopped me. When I asked her why we shouldn't explore the contents of said room she admitted it was the room Logan had moved into before he left. I had to force myself to keep a straight face! Inside I was doing a little victory cha-cha. That was all the proof I needed in my mind. Now I am sure she loves him. I just hope he doesn't hurt her.

But the thing that reassures me the most about the two of them is that she calls him Logan and he calls her Marie.

***** Well tell what you think? Do you like it? Huh? Well?