Author's Notes: First off let me say this. A lot of the reviewers were
right about Storm being way too forgiving. However, let me address that
Storm still views Remy as one of her best friends. She simply doesn't want
him or Logan to get hurt, because of something Remy couldn't control. He
was drunk, and this is a fact that Storm realizes. However I'm not saying
that Storm is going to go out to find Remy, with her arms wide open willing
to accept him back into her life. She simply wants to protect her friends
from getting hurt, but make no mistake Storm no longer trusts Remy the way
that she used to. This is just an attempt to prevent any unnecessary
bloodshed.
Fear.
Logan knew what Storm was feeling. He could feel it. He could hear it. Most of all he could smell it. He tried to ignore it, but his acute senses wouldn't allow it. He rolled over in his bed, and covered his head with his green fluffy pillow hoping to dampen his senses. When that still didn't work, he arose from his bed. He walked towards his window, and looked at the dark sky. He wondered where that traitorous prick was hiding, and if he was still out there alive somewhere. He couldn't fight the urge to go find Remy, and disembowel him for what he had done.
He stayed awake all night, trying to figure out what went wrong. He knew that he should shoulder some of the responsibility for what had happened to Ororo. He was the one that took Remy to the bar in the first place. So he knew that Ororo's rape was partially his fault as well. However, he realized that he couldn't place the blame all on himself. He didn't hold a gun to Remy's head, forcing him to do such atrocities. Nor was he the one who suggested drinks in the first place.
What Remy did was wrong, but he had been wrong as well. He couldn't sit around and do nothing, and let Remy basically get away with this. He was wrong because he hadn't done anything to rectify the situation at hand. If it were someone else, he wouldn't have hesitated to kill that person. All of a sudden he reformed his ways, simply because Ororo asked him too. He wasn't about to allow it, regardless of the promise he made to her. He wanted to seek out retribution, and he was going to carry out that retribution if it killed him.
Remy LeBeau was going to pay for his actions, with his life. Logan couldn't help but feel guilty for betraying Ororo, but he would never be able to forgive his self if he didn't even try.
Logan grabbed his coat, which was lying on his bed. He put the coat on, and headed towards the front door. He had no idea where Remy was hiding, but he figured that the Cajun would most likely go back home.
A new feeling of guilt washed over him, and he knew that he couldn't just leave like this. He knew that Ororo would never forgive him, if he had left without even saying goodbye. He would much rather her knowing the reason why he was about to break his promise. He wanted her to know what his intentions were, and he knew that he wasn't going to rest easy until he had his revenge. So he walked back to Ororo's room. He stood outside her room, listening to her snoring. He knocked on the door, and then he heard a soft voice call out.
"Who is it?" Ororo asked inside the room.
"It's me darlin. Can I come in?"
"Yes. You may enter."
Logan walked into the room, and had to smile when he saw Ororo. She looked so adorable dressed in some old pajamas. Logan noticed at once that her eyes were all puffy and red, and he immediately felt bad about waking her up.
"I'm sorry for waking you up, but I really need to talk to ya." He said.
Ororo looked at the young man, and wondered if he was feeling all right.
"What's wrong Logan?"
"I just wanted you to know that I'm leaving." He confessed.
"Where are you going?" Ororo asked confusedly.
"Louisiana."
"You promised me that you wouldn't go after Remy."
"Ro, I can't pretend like nothing happened."
"Neither can I, but a promise is a promise. Doesn't your word mean anything?" She said angrily.
"Not when it's causing me this much pain."
"You're in pain? Well what about me. This happened to me, and not you. So what do you know about pain?"
"I know that your pain is my pain."
"Really? Then you must know that you'll break my heart if you go, and I don't think I would be able to forgive you if you do."
"That's a risk I'm willing to take."
"I'm willing to accept the fact Remy made a mistake, and I've finally over it? I just want to forget that this ever happened."
"Why are you forgiving him?"
"I'm not forgiving anybody. I just don't want anybody to get hurt. Hasn't there been enough of that?"
"Not nearly enough as far as Remy's concerned.
"You know that I'm prepared to do anything to stop you."
"That thought did occur to me, once or twice."
"And you're still going?"
"Yeah."
"I won't let you go Logan!" Ororo shouted.
Soon the room filled with heavy winds, and Ororo's eyes began to cloud over. Thunder made its presence known, and the scent of rain filled the small room. Logan stood his ground, and didn't move as a bolt of lightening shot next to his right foot. Soon the lightening bolts hit their target, and Logan still refused to move. He felt an onslaught of bolts hitting him, which didn't feel good especially if your entire skeleton is laced with a rare metal. Still she attacked him, giving him everything that she had. He stood there like a statue, as the bolts continually sent a wave of pain that immediately washed over him.
Soon the attacks decreased and Ororo slumped to the floor. Tears ran down her face, as Logan slowly made his way to her. He sat on the ground, and cupped her face with the both of his hands. He forced her to look into his eyes, and was surprised to feel two tears fall from his own eyes. He ignored the pain in his own body, as he gabbed the young lady in a tight hug.
"That's it. Let it all out."
"Why do you want to do this?"
He hugged her tighter, and brought his lips to the top of her head.
"It's because I love you..."
Before Ororo could say something else, Logan stood up and left the room. He hurriedly walked outside, and jumped on his Harley. He started the bike, getting ready to go to Louisiana to get his revenge. Remy was going to pay for his actions. He promised himself that Remy was going to die, and that was a promise that he wasn't going to break.
He hated himself for lying to Ororo, and he hated himself for walking out on her after revealing his feelings. He had wanted to see her face one last time before he left. Instead all he could settle for was the sounds of her cries that rang out in the night. He took one last look at the mansion, and then he spoke out softly into the night.
"Even if you don't love me back."
He pressed his handlebars, and took off into the night.
Jubilee couldn't believe the luck she was having. First her flight to Louisiana had been delayed for two hours, and then her taxicab gets a flat tire. She was mugged, but of course she got her bag back. Being a mutant did have its perks. Then to top it all off, Remy wasn't home.
Remy's father said that he hadn't seen or heard from his son in over six years. Which left the question, where could he be. Jubilee spent the remainder of the day going from hotel to hotel, in hopes of finding the Cajun.
She wasn't sure why Logan was being so hard on Remy. She suddenly became enraged when she remembered all the other people he had so willingly forgiven. For example there was Emma Frost, who later became her teacher. Wasn't she evil at first? Then there was Marrow, Sabretooth, and there was even Magneto. Yet they allowed these monsters in their house, without so much as a word. Yet they saw fit to forgive them of their sins.
Then there was Remy, who was drunk. He had no idea about what he was doing, and he even called back to make amends. However, these hypocrites threw him to the dogs, just as soon as he made one little bitty mistake. Jubilee wanted Remy to know that he wasn't alone, and that she would do everything in her power to get him back home.
She searched every single hotel in Louisiana, but was still unable to locate Remy. She thought about the possibility that he was shacking up with some slut that he met on the street, and if that was the case she was totally screwed. She very well couldn't go around, knocking on every single house that they passed.
She knew that she was all out of options, and was even debating on going back home. It was plainly obvious that Remy wasn't going to be that easy to find, and she was already too exhausted to continue.
She sat on some stairs, leading to a nice hotel. She dug into her purse, and coyly counted her money. After all she wanted to see if she could afford it, before she actually went inside. When she realized that she had enough money, she dug a little bit deeper in her purse. She pulled out a pack of cigarettes, and took one stick. She lit the cigarette, and began smoking. At that moment she could feel all the pent up tension leaving her body. She was glad that no one from the mansion was around. They would have a fit, if they knew that she was a heavy smoker.
There were many times she would have to carry an extra pair of clothes with her, just in case her clothes smelled of tobacco. There were many nights like that. So at this moment, she was glad to just take a puff without anybody breathing down her neck.
It was then that she heard it. A soft sound came from behind her, and she immediately turned around. She stood in a fighting position, and the cigarette still dangled from her mouth. Regardless of who her opponent was, she wasn't about to lose her cigarette. However, when she turned around she was greeted with only empty space. Then she heard a sound from behind her once again. She turned around again; only this time she saw a pair of red on black eyes.
Once Jubilee realized who it was, she ran and threw herself into his arms. He spun the girl around, and stepped back to look at her. Jubilee noticed that he was barely dressed, and that he wore a blanket around his thin body. Remy on the other hand noticed that Jubilee was now all grown up. Her once short hair, dangled around her shoulders. She finally developed shapely curves, and other things as well. She still had a style all of her own, but he had to admit she was radiant. It had been almost five years since he'd seen her last, but it was nice to see a friendly face. He also noticed the small tattoo on the base of her neck hidden beneath her shirt, and he noticed that a smoldering cigarette was still in her mouth.
"Since when do ya smoke petite?" He asked amusedly.
"Since about a year ago."
"What does Logan have to say about that?" He asked with a hint of sadness in his eyes.
"He hasn't said anything about it, considering the fact that he doesn't know."
"What about the tattoo?" He asked pawing at the hem of her shirt.
Jubilee playfully swatted his hand away, and pulled down her shirt enough for him to see the tattoo.
"My boyfriend Chris, made me get the darn thing. It was supposed to symbolize our dedication towards each other."
"Boyfriend? Since when did this happen?"
"I met Chris around two months ago. I was so in love with him, or so I thought. Now all I have left of him are my memories and this damn tattoo."
"That Jubilee be still the same."
"Of course. Would I ever go and change?" She said teasingly.
"I guess not."
"You guess not, you'd better believe not." She said.
"Jubes, what are you doing here? That lil hot head Canadian isn't gon ta be happy that you're seeing me."
"Screw Logan. Besides I'm a grown woman, and I'll do whatever I want to do."
"But Remy messed up chere. Remy messed up bad."
"Who hasn't? We're not perfect Remy, and we're going to make our share of mistakes. Even I know that. If Logan thinks that he's going to come here and bully you around, he has another thing coming."
"Petite just go home, and forget about Remy. Everyone else has."
"But I'm not everybody, I'm your friend."
"I'm your friend too chere, but as a friend I'm asking you to leave. I don't want to get you involved in this lil argument between Logan and I."
"I became involved in this lil argument, the moment I stepped out of that plane. Besides if Logan wants to kill you, he's going to have to go through me first."
"Logan would never hurt one hair on your head."
"I know. Which means that you'll be safe with me."
"Gee I feel better already." He said as he pulled her into a tight hug.
"But you don't smell any better. What do you say we go upstairs, and rent us a room for the night? There you can take a bath, and I'll go get you some clean clothes. Deal?"
"Only if there's food involved. I'm starving."
"Deal. Oh and don't think about sneaking off. When I get back from the store, your butt better be here. If it's not, let's just say that Logan isn't the only one that you'll have to worry about."
They both laughed as they went into the hotel. As soon as they walked into their room, Remy turned around to face Jubilee.
"Thank you petite. Remy won't forget this. I'm glad that I got at least one friend in this world."
"Until my dying day Cajun."
Remy gave her one pf his most dazzling smiles, and Jubilee looked at him with a shocked expression on her face.
"I see that I'm going to have to buy you a toothbrush as well. I mean that's a lot of tarter build up, you've got there man. Here. I'm sure you've wanted some of these for a while now. I'll be back in a few hours."
Jubilee threw him her pack of cigarettes and a lighter. She gave Remy one last look, as he enjoyed smoking the cigarette. She was glad to see that he was all right, and she would so everything in her power to make sure that he stayed that way.
That's it for this chapter. I got sick and tired of typing, so if it seemed a little short that's why. Anyway loved it, hated it, let me know. The next chapter we'll focus on Ororo, and her feelings. Also Rogue sets off to find Logan. It seems like Logan isn't the only one with revenge on his mind. Also Jubes and Remy get a little closer, and there's going to be a lot of people pissed off at this little union. Only this little union isn't what everybody thinks it is. That'll have Jubes and Remy wondering if that is such a bad thing. Be here for the next chapter. I'll also get off of my lazy butt and type more this weekend. Enjoy the read.
Fear.
Logan knew what Storm was feeling. He could feel it. He could hear it. Most of all he could smell it. He tried to ignore it, but his acute senses wouldn't allow it. He rolled over in his bed, and covered his head with his green fluffy pillow hoping to dampen his senses. When that still didn't work, he arose from his bed. He walked towards his window, and looked at the dark sky. He wondered where that traitorous prick was hiding, and if he was still out there alive somewhere. He couldn't fight the urge to go find Remy, and disembowel him for what he had done.
He stayed awake all night, trying to figure out what went wrong. He knew that he should shoulder some of the responsibility for what had happened to Ororo. He was the one that took Remy to the bar in the first place. So he knew that Ororo's rape was partially his fault as well. However, he realized that he couldn't place the blame all on himself. He didn't hold a gun to Remy's head, forcing him to do such atrocities. Nor was he the one who suggested drinks in the first place.
What Remy did was wrong, but he had been wrong as well. He couldn't sit around and do nothing, and let Remy basically get away with this. He was wrong because he hadn't done anything to rectify the situation at hand. If it were someone else, he wouldn't have hesitated to kill that person. All of a sudden he reformed his ways, simply because Ororo asked him too. He wasn't about to allow it, regardless of the promise he made to her. He wanted to seek out retribution, and he was going to carry out that retribution if it killed him.
Remy LeBeau was going to pay for his actions, with his life. Logan couldn't help but feel guilty for betraying Ororo, but he would never be able to forgive his self if he didn't even try.
Logan grabbed his coat, which was lying on his bed. He put the coat on, and headed towards the front door. He had no idea where Remy was hiding, but he figured that the Cajun would most likely go back home.
A new feeling of guilt washed over him, and he knew that he couldn't just leave like this. He knew that Ororo would never forgive him, if he had left without even saying goodbye. He would much rather her knowing the reason why he was about to break his promise. He wanted her to know what his intentions were, and he knew that he wasn't going to rest easy until he had his revenge. So he walked back to Ororo's room. He stood outside her room, listening to her snoring. He knocked on the door, and then he heard a soft voice call out.
"Who is it?" Ororo asked inside the room.
"It's me darlin. Can I come in?"
"Yes. You may enter."
Logan walked into the room, and had to smile when he saw Ororo. She looked so adorable dressed in some old pajamas. Logan noticed at once that her eyes were all puffy and red, and he immediately felt bad about waking her up.
"I'm sorry for waking you up, but I really need to talk to ya." He said.
Ororo looked at the young man, and wondered if he was feeling all right.
"What's wrong Logan?"
"I just wanted you to know that I'm leaving." He confessed.
"Where are you going?" Ororo asked confusedly.
"Louisiana."
"You promised me that you wouldn't go after Remy."
"Ro, I can't pretend like nothing happened."
"Neither can I, but a promise is a promise. Doesn't your word mean anything?" She said angrily.
"Not when it's causing me this much pain."
"You're in pain? Well what about me. This happened to me, and not you. So what do you know about pain?"
"I know that your pain is my pain."
"Really? Then you must know that you'll break my heart if you go, and I don't think I would be able to forgive you if you do."
"That's a risk I'm willing to take."
"I'm willing to accept the fact Remy made a mistake, and I've finally over it? I just want to forget that this ever happened."
"Why are you forgiving him?"
"I'm not forgiving anybody. I just don't want anybody to get hurt. Hasn't there been enough of that?"
"Not nearly enough as far as Remy's concerned.
"You know that I'm prepared to do anything to stop you."
"That thought did occur to me, once or twice."
"And you're still going?"
"Yeah."
"I won't let you go Logan!" Ororo shouted.
Soon the room filled with heavy winds, and Ororo's eyes began to cloud over. Thunder made its presence known, and the scent of rain filled the small room. Logan stood his ground, and didn't move as a bolt of lightening shot next to his right foot. Soon the lightening bolts hit their target, and Logan still refused to move. He felt an onslaught of bolts hitting him, which didn't feel good especially if your entire skeleton is laced with a rare metal. Still she attacked him, giving him everything that she had. He stood there like a statue, as the bolts continually sent a wave of pain that immediately washed over him.
Soon the attacks decreased and Ororo slumped to the floor. Tears ran down her face, as Logan slowly made his way to her. He sat on the ground, and cupped her face with the both of his hands. He forced her to look into his eyes, and was surprised to feel two tears fall from his own eyes. He ignored the pain in his own body, as he gabbed the young lady in a tight hug.
"That's it. Let it all out."
"Why do you want to do this?"
He hugged her tighter, and brought his lips to the top of her head.
"It's because I love you..."
Before Ororo could say something else, Logan stood up and left the room. He hurriedly walked outside, and jumped on his Harley. He started the bike, getting ready to go to Louisiana to get his revenge. Remy was going to pay for his actions. He promised himself that Remy was going to die, and that was a promise that he wasn't going to break.
He hated himself for lying to Ororo, and he hated himself for walking out on her after revealing his feelings. He had wanted to see her face one last time before he left. Instead all he could settle for was the sounds of her cries that rang out in the night. He took one last look at the mansion, and then he spoke out softly into the night.
"Even if you don't love me back."
He pressed his handlebars, and took off into the night.
Jubilee couldn't believe the luck she was having. First her flight to Louisiana had been delayed for two hours, and then her taxicab gets a flat tire. She was mugged, but of course she got her bag back. Being a mutant did have its perks. Then to top it all off, Remy wasn't home.
Remy's father said that he hadn't seen or heard from his son in over six years. Which left the question, where could he be. Jubilee spent the remainder of the day going from hotel to hotel, in hopes of finding the Cajun.
She wasn't sure why Logan was being so hard on Remy. She suddenly became enraged when she remembered all the other people he had so willingly forgiven. For example there was Emma Frost, who later became her teacher. Wasn't she evil at first? Then there was Marrow, Sabretooth, and there was even Magneto. Yet they allowed these monsters in their house, without so much as a word. Yet they saw fit to forgive them of their sins.
Then there was Remy, who was drunk. He had no idea about what he was doing, and he even called back to make amends. However, these hypocrites threw him to the dogs, just as soon as he made one little bitty mistake. Jubilee wanted Remy to know that he wasn't alone, and that she would do everything in her power to get him back home.
She searched every single hotel in Louisiana, but was still unable to locate Remy. She thought about the possibility that he was shacking up with some slut that he met on the street, and if that was the case she was totally screwed. She very well couldn't go around, knocking on every single house that they passed.
She knew that she was all out of options, and was even debating on going back home. It was plainly obvious that Remy wasn't going to be that easy to find, and she was already too exhausted to continue.
She sat on some stairs, leading to a nice hotel. She dug into her purse, and coyly counted her money. After all she wanted to see if she could afford it, before she actually went inside. When she realized that she had enough money, she dug a little bit deeper in her purse. She pulled out a pack of cigarettes, and took one stick. She lit the cigarette, and began smoking. At that moment she could feel all the pent up tension leaving her body. She was glad that no one from the mansion was around. They would have a fit, if they knew that she was a heavy smoker.
There were many times she would have to carry an extra pair of clothes with her, just in case her clothes smelled of tobacco. There were many nights like that. So at this moment, she was glad to just take a puff without anybody breathing down her neck.
It was then that she heard it. A soft sound came from behind her, and she immediately turned around. She stood in a fighting position, and the cigarette still dangled from her mouth. Regardless of who her opponent was, she wasn't about to lose her cigarette. However, when she turned around she was greeted with only empty space. Then she heard a sound from behind her once again. She turned around again; only this time she saw a pair of red on black eyes.
Once Jubilee realized who it was, she ran and threw herself into his arms. He spun the girl around, and stepped back to look at her. Jubilee noticed that he was barely dressed, and that he wore a blanket around his thin body. Remy on the other hand noticed that Jubilee was now all grown up. Her once short hair, dangled around her shoulders. She finally developed shapely curves, and other things as well. She still had a style all of her own, but he had to admit she was radiant. It had been almost five years since he'd seen her last, but it was nice to see a friendly face. He also noticed the small tattoo on the base of her neck hidden beneath her shirt, and he noticed that a smoldering cigarette was still in her mouth.
"Since when do ya smoke petite?" He asked amusedly.
"Since about a year ago."
"What does Logan have to say about that?" He asked with a hint of sadness in his eyes.
"He hasn't said anything about it, considering the fact that he doesn't know."
"What about the tattoo?" He asked pawing at the hem of her shirt.
Jubilee playfully swatted his hand away, and pulled down her shirt enough for him to see the tattoo.
"My boyfriend Chris, made me get the darn thing. It was supposed to symbolize our dedication towards each other."
"Boyfriend? Since when did this happen?"
"I met Chris around two months ago. I was so in love with him, or so I thought. Now all I have left of him are my memories and this damn tattoo."
"That Jubilee be still the same."
"Of course. Would I ever go and change?" She said teasingly.
"I guess not."
"You guess not, you'd better believe not." She said.
"Jubes, what are you doing here? That lil hot head Canadian isn't gon ta be happy that you're seeing me."
"Screw Logan. Besides I'm a grown woman, and I'll do whatever I want to do."
"But Remy messed up chere. Remy messed up bad."
"Who hasn't? We're not perfect Remy, and we're going to make our share of mistakes. Even I know that. If Logan thinks that he's going to come here and bully you around, he has another thing coming."
"Petite just go home, and forget about Remy. Everyone else has."
"But I'm not everybody, I'm your friend."
"I'm your friend too chere, but as a friend I'm asking you to leave. I don't want to get you involved in this lil argument between Logan and I."
"I became involved in this lil argument, the moment I stepped out of that plane. Besides if Logan wants to kill you, he's going to have to go through me first."
"Logan would never hurt one hair on your head."
"I know. Which means that you'll be safe with me."
"Gee I feel better already." He said as he pulled her into a tight hug.
"But you don't smell any better. What do you say we go upstairs, and rent us a room for the night? There you can take a bath, and I'll go get you some clean clothes. Deal?"
"Only if there's food involved. I'm starving."
"Deal. Oh and don't think about sneaking off. When I get back from the store, your butt better be here. If it's not, let's just say that Logan isn't the only one that you'll have to worry about."
They both laughed as they went into the hotel. As soon as they walked into their room, Remy turned around to face Jubilee.
"Thank you petite. Remy won't forget this. I'm glad that I got at least one friend in this world."
"Until my dying day Cajun."
Remy gave her one pf his most dazzling smiles, and Jubilee looked at him with a shocked expression on her face.
"I see that I'm going to have to buy you a toothbrush as well. I mean that's a lot of tarter build up, you've got there man. Here. I'm sure you've wanted some of these for a while now. I'll be back in a few hours."
Jubilee threw him her pack of cigarettes and a lighter. She gave Remy one last look, as he enjoyed smoking the cigarette. She was glad to see that he was all right, and she would so everything in her power to make sure that he stayed that way.
That's it for this chapter. I got sick and tired of typing, so if it seemed a little short that's why. Anyway loved it, hated it, let me know. The next chapter we'll focus on Ororo, and her feelings. Also Rogue sets off to find Logan. It seems like Logan isn't the only one with revenge on his mind. Also Jubes and Remy get a little closer, and there's going to be a lot of people pissed off at this little union. Only this little union isn't what everybody thinks it is. That'll have Jubes and Remy wondering if that is such a bad thing. Be here for the next chapter. I'll also get off of my lazy butt and type more this weekend. Enjoy the read.
