FRIENDS TOLD, AND GIFTS GIVEN.

Disclaimer: Not mine already. If the world were a perfect place, then every Marvel character would be mine. However it's not so I'm going to sit here and vent. (Grumble, moan, rant, rave, mumble, mumble.)

Author's note: Why didn't anybody tell me that the upload option was running? I'm so glad, because now I can do what I love, which is writing stories for you guys. Also this is also taking place after Jubilee left the Gen X school, and moved to L.A. So without further ado, let the story begin.



Jubilation Lee was asleep in the bed, when she heard her telephone ring. She tossed and turned in her bed, as she waited for the phone to stop ringing. However it continued on into the night. She glanced at her clock, which now read 3:30 A.M. She looked around her room, noticing the darkness filling the room. She felt a strong pair of arms encircle her waist, and she leaned back into her lover's arms. Angelo Espinosa tighten his grip on Jubilee, and gave her a tender kiss on the back her of her neck.

"Mmmm. Baby will you please answer that? We both already know that it's for you anyway, so please answer it."

"It's probably Wolvie again. He probably wanted to know why I didn't go to Cody's funeral."

"Does that man ever sleep?"

"Apparently not. I guess I had better go answer that. Whoever it is don't seem to know the meaning of "sorry no one's home at the moment."

"I told you to get a caller I.D., but no. Some people never learn."

"A caller I.D. just tells us who's calling, but it doesn't tell them when to stop calling."

"It's like I said, some people never learn."

"Yeah and you're one of them."

"Well just answer it, and try not to destroy the phone this time."

"Bite me you gray freak."

"You know you love it."

"For sure."

Jubilee walked over to the phone, and picked it up violently in one swift motion.

"Whoever this is, this had better be good. It's three in the morning, and I don't appreciate the wake call! Hello. Who is this, answer me or I swear by all things holy.

"Jubilee it's me."

"Scott?"

"Yeah. Look there's been an accident at the mansion, and we need you to come down at once."

"Oh my god, is it Wolvie? Is he O.K?"

"No, Wolverine is fine, but Gambit has been in a terrible motorcycle accident."

"Is he O.K.? How bad is it?"

"It's pretty bad. He might not make it into the night. I'll be over in a few minutes to pick up. I'm going to take the Blackbird, so that we can get back in time. I'm going to pick up Remy's father first, so just be ready when we get there."

"O.K."

"Jubilee are you going to be alright?"

"Yeah, I'll be fine."

"Alright I got to go, I'll see you shortly."

Jubilee hung the phone back up, and rushed to put on some decent clothes. She didn't notice that Angelo was now sitting up, and was staring at her oddly. She put on some wrinkled blue jeans, and her favorite Linkin Park T- Shirt. She walked over to her bedroom window.

"What's up babe?"

"It's Gambit."

"Is he alright?"

"No, he's not all right. He's dying."

"Jubilee was now through dressing, and she stared out the window looking towards the heavens. She felt a tear roll down her face, and wiped it off with the back of her hand.

"Dying. Are you sure?"

"Scott said that he might not last through the night."

"I'm going with you."

"How could this have happened? Remy could ride that motorcycle better than Wolvie. How could this have happened?"

Jubilee had become so enraged that she punched her fist on the wall repeatedly. She instantly slumped down to her knees, and began violently crying. Angelo was at her side in an instant, and gathered her into his arms. He had never seen his love like this ever. She had always been so strong, but now she cried in grief as he held her in his arms. He kissed her forehead, and began walking towards the living room. He had heard the Blackbird landing only moments before Jubilee broke down. He opened the front door, and grabbed the house keys that were on the small end table. He walked into the cool morning air; his feet were cold to the touch of the bare cement. He turned around and locked the door. He made sure it was locked, before he descended into the plane. He then sat Jubilee down in the chair and buckled her seatbelt. He squatted down in front of her, and tenderly kissed her lips.

"It's going to be all right baby. Cyclops we're ready for take off."

"Not until you're buckled in yourself young man."

"Oh yeah, right."

In an instant Angelo was in his seat, right next to Jubilee. He buckled his seatbelt, and reached out to grab Jubilee's hand. He glanced over at the quiet man sitting across from him, and nodded to acknowledge his presence. This was clearly Remy's adoptive father Jean Luc, and it was pretty evident that he deeply loved his son. The tear stains proved it all.

As they headed back to the mansion, Angelo found tears forming in his eyes as well. He didn't know if it was because his girlfriend was now an emotional wreck. Maybe it was because Jean Luc was crying as well. Maybe it was because Remy was actually dying, but whatever it was Angelo began to cry as well



Logan had been lying in his bed tossing and turning, unable to sleep. He couldn't believe that Remy was now on his deathbed. Sure Storm had brought him back, but for how long. Could he actually die tonight? Would he last a week, a month, or could he even last a year? When Gambit first came to live at the mansion, Logan could not stand the young Cajun. However as time progressed, he found that the man became one of his best friends. In the absent of Kurt, Jubilee, and Kitty, Gambit was the only one who would go out and drink beer with him.

Logan thought about how many times Gambit saved his life, and wondered if he could let the young man die. He had the one thing in his possession that could possibly save the young man's life. Hank had already said there was nothing else that could be done, and Hank was one of the best doctors in the business. So Logan thought that if Hank has tried everything that he possibly could, then maybe it was time to try a different approach.

Logan arose from his bed, and walked out of his bedroom door. He sniffed the air and found that everyone was sound asleep in his or her bed. He walked towards Remy's room, and stopped short when he smelled the smell of fresh tears coming from Storm's room. He didn't hesitate to walk into her room, but was surprised to find that Storm was indeed asleep. He wondered if she cried right before she went asleep, or if she was crying in her sleep. He wondered if Gambit's death would tear apart the team. Rouge was already bad off, and Storm would possibly become a recluse. He remembered when Forge broke their engagement off. It took her a long time to get over that, and he was positive that it would take some time to get over this.

It didn't take a genius to figure out that Storm had a thing for the young Cajun, especially when you had enhanced senses to boot. He could smell her desire rise up any time Remy walked into the room, but she had always managed to hide her feelings. After that whole Antarctica thing was over, Logan thought for sure that Remy and Storm was going to hook up. However when that didn't happen, Storm tried her best to avoid him. He didn't even notice her.

Logan thought for sure that one day their time would come, but now it seemed that it wasn't ever going to come. Not unless he did something about it. He slowly approached Storm's bed, and planted a soft kiss on her forehead. He then spoke in a low hushed tone, and began walking back out of the room.

"Don't ya worry darlin. I won't let him die. Ya hear me, I won't let him die."

With that being said Logan walked out of the room, and walked to Gambit's room. He walked inside, and shut the door behind him. He walked over to the sleeping form of Remy Lebeau, and heard the faint sound of his heartbeat getting weaker and weaker.

"You look like shit Cajun. You know if you die, there's going to be a lot of pissed off females in this mansion, and I for one can't have that. You know I used to think that my mutation was a curse. Here I have the ability to heal myself, whenever I get hurt, but what good is a healing factor when you can't save the ones you love. Now don't be getting all excited or nothing. I don't love ya, but I care for ya like a brother ya know. Besides if you die whom will I go to Harry's with? It's no fun going solo. Hank said that there was nothing else that he could do to save you. He said that you were going to die anyway, and from the sound of your heart I would have to agree with him. So if you're going to die anyway, and there's nothing that Hank or Jean can do to prevent it, then I want to try my hand at playing the doctor. If that's alright with you, besides what do ya have to lose?"

Logan walked over to the small refrigerator where they kept the blood bags cold, and found an empty blood bag that hadn't been used yet. He opened the bag up wide enough, so that he wouldn't spill any blood on the floor. He unsheathed one long metal claw, and slid it across his wrist. In an instant the warm blood came out of the open wound, and Logan tilted his wrist so that the blood would spill into the bag. It took awhile before the blood filled the bag, because Logan's healing factor kept closing his wound. So he had to continually reopen the wound. However when the bag was filled Logan took great care on hanging the blood bag on the long medical pole. He then carefully inserted the blood bag needle into Remy's arm. After all he wasn't a doctor, and quite frankly it made him a bit nauseous and sick in the stomach.

When he found a vein, and successfully inserted the needle into his arm he sat down in the chair next to the bed. One reason he had always hated giving blood, was because of the dizzy spells that followed it. However in no time at all he was back to his normal self again.

"Well Cajun, let's hope this works. If not then I am truly sorry and that you'd be greatly missed, even by me. So don't ya die on me, and don't ya die on Storm. Ya know she loves ya, but I guess ya never noticed that did ya?"

For the rest of the night Logan stayed by his best friends side, until he fell asleep hoping that Lebeau would last through the night.