The Wolverine within the Logan: The Beast within the Beauty
Chapter 8: Above Any Other Woman
Wolverine rode for hours. He loved the feel of the wind and the powerful machine that was beneath him. Out of the corner of his eyes, he spied a pub, half hidden by the various shrubs. He grinned in anticipation and pulled into the side of the road. He pulled into the dirt parking lot and brought the motorcycle into an abrupt halt, spraying mist-like dust and tiny rocks everywhere.
He jumped off the bike, and stalked out of the curtain of dust. He scaled the small set of stairs that led to the entrance of the bar in one step. He pushed open the thick wooden doors and stepped inside.
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Jubilee made a sharp turn into the makeshift parking lot just in time to see the heavy wooden doors shutting behind Wolverine. She skid to a sudden stop, trying to keep steady on the bike. The bike lurched to the left, and she flew over the handlebars of the bike, landing heavily in the nearby bushes. She groaned and attempted to stand, but fell heavily on her butt again.
Jubilee sighed and examined herself more carefully. Everything looked fine, but when she touched her ankle, it sent shooting pain up her leg. She muttered another oath under her breath, her anger at Wolverine growing. The injury did not look too severe, sprained at best, at worst broken.
Jubilee tried to stand again, more carefully now that she knew she was injured. She leaned heavily on her good leg, and pushed herself up using the ground. She tittered for a moment, all of her weight on her left leg, then pitched forward, landing on her face with a loud thud.
She swore again, this time louder. She rolled over onto her back, and pushed herself up into a sitting position. Jubilee gave up with a sigh of dismay. Normally she would have tried to stand until it killed her, but she was too tired and hurt to try much more.
"Besides,"
she consoled herself,
"even if I could stand, there's not much I could do, Wolverine would just have gotten upset that I followed him. . . maybe he'll see me out here and have pity."
Jubilee gave a bitterly sarcastic laugh. She didn't want his pity.
Jubilee studied her surroundings, and saw with dismay the mangled remains of Cyke's motorcycle, in the dirt off to the left of the nearby the bushes where she landed, its back wheel still spinning. She saw a neon " ar," the B was missing in the front. Jubilee wrinkled her nose in distaste. She wasn't uptight about bars, but this one had seen much better days, way long ago. It looked like it was ready to fall apart any moment now, and it was probably swarming with bugs. She flopped on her back with a moan, shielding her eyes from the early afternoon sun with her hands. Wolverine and a bar? At the rate he drank, she was going to be here a loooong time.
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Wolverine stalked into the small, smoke filled room, taking a dark, sweeping look over entire bar. He didn't sense any danger, and he noticeably relaxed. He sat roughly down on a bar stool, and ordered a cold glass of beer from the tired looking waitress.
"Y'll ain't from 'round here are yah?"
She asked, her eyes finally displaying interest.
"no."
Wolverine snarled back abruptly, a scowl on his face. He wasn't in the mood for idle chatter, but then again, was he ever? She left looking angry, and she was soon back with his beer, looking more annoyed then ever.
"Here's yer beer. . . don't fergit to pay fer it."
She growled, the scowl on her face matching the one on Wolverine's face.
Wolverine didn't reply, he just was not in the mood for it. He drowned the entire glass of beer in one large gulp. He wiped his lips with the back of his hand, wishing he could get drunk faster. His healing factor made him less succumbing to the effects of alcohol. It was great for hangovers, but getting drunk was way too hard.
Wolverine called the waitress over and ordered another glass. The beer helped him relax, but his senses were telling him that something was wrong. He took a long, slow gaze at the others in the bar. Most of them were old men, probably regulars, having nothing better to do but grow old in this stuffy bar. There was nothing wrong here, but the restraining feelings would not go away. Now that he thought about it, he had been having these feelings for a long time, ever since he had left Xavier's earlier today.
Wolverine stood up abruptly. The waitress was back with his second glass of beer, but he brushed past her, forgetting the beer, and walked to the door. His senses were telling him something was wrong, and he always trusted his senses. He found that he was less likely to feel pain that way.
The regulars watched him, curious about this gruff man, but too lazy or too scared to speak to him. Wolverine pulled open the heavy doors, and stepped outside. He stopped at the top of the stairs, his eyes large and visibly surprised.
"That ain't Jubes, is it?"
He wondered, then he realized it had to be. No matter how much he wanted to deny it, he couldn't. It was Jubes that was lying all dirtied up and asleep on the dirt parking lot. Wolverine worried, outloud to himself,
"How did she get here?"
Then he stifled a snicker, it was pretty funny now that he thought about it, watching her asleep in the dirt. . . was she sleeping? He panicked, what if she wasn't, what if she was dead? He rushed over to her, and heard a soft snoring. He finally gave in and let himself collapse into a heap on the dirt floor, his broad shoulders shaking from the force of his laughter.
When Wolverine was all laughed out, he gently tried to remove her hand from over her eyes to wake her up. She gave a loud snore, and flopped over on her side, still snoring. Wolverine chucked, it was definitely his Jubes.
He shook her gently, intent on getting her awake, but not wanting to startle her. Her little paffs that never seemed to hurt anyone else seemed to hurt him more then they should.
He whispered,
"Hey Jubes."
"I said no mommy. . . later. . . "
she murmured, fast asleep.
Wolverine felt ridiculously like he had been in this situation before, then he remembered, he had been, just yesterday. Yesterday seemed so long ago. Everything had changed since yesterday, simply because he had discovered Jubilee.
He discovered the one woman that he loved above any other women, even Jean paled in comparison to Jubilee. His brotherly love had somehow changed in his time away, and he loved her in the way that a man loves a woman. The way a man loves a woman he can never have.
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Chapter 8: Above Any Other Woman
Wolverine rode for hours. He loved the feel of the wind and the powerful machine that was beneath him. Out of the corner of his eyes, he spied a pub, half hidden by the various shrubs. He grinned in anticipation and pulled into the side of the road. He pulled into the dirt parking lot and brought the motorcycle into an abrupt halt, spraying mist-like dust and tiny rocks everywhere.
He jumped off the bike, and stalked out of the curtain of dust. He scaled the small set of stairs that led to the entrance of the bar in one step. He pushed open the thick wooden doors and stepped inside.
****
Jubilee made a sharp turn into the makeshift parking lot just in time to see the heavy wooden doors shutting behind Wolverine. She skid to a sudden stop, trying to keep steady on the bike. The bike lurched to the left, and she flew over the handlebars of the bike, landing heavily in the nearby bushes. She groaned and attempted to stand, but fell heavily on her butt again.
Jubilee sighed and examined herself more carefully. Everything looked fine, but when she touched her ankle, it sent shooting pain up her leg. She muttered another oath under her breath, her anger at Wolverine growing. The injury did not look too severe, sprained at best, at worst broken.
Jubilee tried to stand again, more carefully now that she knew she was injured. She leaned heavily on her good leg, and pushed herself up using the ground. She tittered for a moment, all of her weight on her left leg, then pitched forward, landing on her face with a loud thud.
She swore again, this time louder. She rolled over onto her back, and pushed herself up into a sitting position. Jubilee gave up with a sigh of dismay. Normally she would have tried to stand until it killed her, but she was too tired and hurt to try much more.
"Besides,"
she consoled herself,
"even if I could stand, there's not much I could do, Wolverine would just have gotten upset that I followed him. . . maybe he'll see me out here and have pity."
Jubilee gave a bitterly sarcastic laugh. She didn't want his pity.
Jubilee studied her surroundings, and saw with dismay the mangled remains of Cyke's motorcycle, in the dirt off to the left of the nearby the bushes where she landed, its back wheel still spinning. She saw a neon " ar," the B was missing in the front. Jubilee wrinkled her nose in distaste. She wasn't uptight about bars, but this one had seen much better days, way long ago. It looked like it was ready to fall apart any moment now, and it was probably swarming with bugs. She flopped on her back with a moan, shielding her eyes from the early afternoon sun with her hands. Wolverine and a bar? At the rate he drank, she was going to be here a loooong time.
****
Wolverine stalked into the small, smoke filled room, taking a dark, sweeping look over entire bar. He didn't sense any danger, and he noticeably relaxed. He sat roughly down on a bar stool, and ordered a cold glass of beer from the tired looking waitress.
"Y'll ain't from 'round here are yah?"
She asked, her eyes finally displaying interest.
"no."
Wolverine snarled back abruptly, a scowl on his face. He wasn't in the mood for idle chatter, but then again, was he ever? She left looking angry, and she was soon back with his beer, looking more annoyed then ever.
"Here's yer beer. . . don't fergit to pay fer it."
She growled, the scowl on her face matching the one on Wolverine's face.
Wolverine didn't reply, he just was not in the mood for it. He drowned the entire glass of beer in one large gulp. He wiped his lips with the back of his hand, wishing he could get drunk faster. His healing factor made him less succumbing to the effects of alcohol. It was great for hangovers, but getting drunk was way too hard.
Wolverine called the waitress over and ordered another glass. The beer helped him relax, but his senses were telling him that something was wrong. He took a long, slow gaze at the others in the bar. Most of them were old men, probably regulars, having nothing better to do but grow old in this stuffy bar. There was nothing wrong here, but the restraining feelings would not go away. Now that he thought about it, he had been having these feelings for a long time, ever since he had left Xavier's earlier today.
Wolverine stood up abruptly. The waitress was back with his second glass of beer, but he brushed past her, forgetting the beer, and walked to the door. His senses were telling him something was wrong, and he always trusted his senses. He found that he was less likely to feel pain that way.
The regulars watched him, curious about this gruff man, but too lazy or too scared to speak to him. Wolverine pulled open the heavy doors, and stepped outside. He stopped at the top of the stairs, his eyes large and visibly surprised.
"That ain't Jubes, is it?"
He wondered, then he realized it had to be. No matter how much he wanted to deny it, he couldn't. It was Jubes that was lying all dirtied up and asleep on the dirt parking lot. Wolverine worried, outloud to himself,
"How did she get here?"
Then he stifled a snicker, it was pretty funny now that he thought about it, watching her asleep in the dirt. . . was she sleeping? He panicked, what if she wasn't, what if she was dead? He rushed over to her, and heard a soft snoring. He finally gave in and let himself collapse into a heap on the dirt floor, his broad shoulders shaking from the force of his laughter.
When Wolverine was all laughed out, he gently tried to remove her hand from over her eyes to wake her up. She gave a loud snore, and flopped over on her side, still snoring. Wolverine chucked, it was definitely his Jubes.
He shook her gently, intent on getting her awake, but not wanting to startle her. Her little paffs that never seemed to hurt anyone else seemed to hurt him more then they should.
He whispered,
"Hey Jubes."
"I said no mommy. . . later. . . "
she murmured, fast asleep.
Wolverine felt ridiculously like he had been in this situation before, then he remembered, he had been, just yesterday. Yesterday seemed so long ago. Everything had changed since yesterday, simply because he had discovered Jubilee.
He discovered the one woman that he loved above any other women, even Jean paled in comparison to Jubilee. His brotherly love had somehow changed in his time away, and he loved her in the way that a man loves a woman. The way a man loves a woman he can never have.
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