A/N: Okay, second chapter guys!

Thank you to Did, BlueSqueak, and Anything but Ordinary3. You guys really made my day with your kind reviews.

And again, the characters in this story do not belong to me, but to Marvel. And the letter Jubilee reads is from Wolverine #75... I had no part in writing that!

So on to chapter two. I hope you enjoy it and take time to review!

"…And here's the bathroom, right next to your bedroom, and there's mine basically right down the hall. Uh… I'm gonna leave you to unpack your things and then if you want to we can go through some photo albums and watch a movie or something." My four bags were propped against my bed as we entered my 'room'. I didn't ask who had brought them up because I didn't have time to notice.

"This… it seems familiar here." I glanced at him as he gave me a sad look.

"After Jubilee was… gone. We were just going to leave this room empty, but no one ever got around to taking down the posters or emptying out her closet." He left quietly after making his last statement. A feeling of guilt washed upon me and I wished I could try and do something for Bobby and the group of people that inhabited the mansion.

The introduction hadn't gone too well, or at least it hadn't in my opinion. Everyone was so happy to see me, but… then they really looked at me and really took in Bobby's words. I washed the hopes right off their faces and each had an excuse to leave the main room. One, who I learned to be Jean, went into hysterics and had to be carried out of the room. Bobby had led me away then. And I guess I was grateful that he did, because I knew I couldn't stand another minute in that room.

They all kept staring at me! Like… like it was my fault that I didn't remember anything. One girl, Kitty, had actually frowned at me. The only two people that seemed to actually accept me were a bald guy and a white haired woman. And naturally, their names turned out to be pretty weird. Ororo and Xavier. Not two names that ya hear every day of your life.

I forgot my feeling of guilt for a moment and looked around the room. Bright posters hung on the wall, showing numerous bands I had never heard of. A desk and computer were set up against one of the walls, a mini gym stood in the corner of the room looking brand new and never once used, a bookshelf that looked like the books had never been opened, and an old bike stashed in another corner of the room. The floor was wooden, but covered with a spacious purplish carpet. The walls, or the parts that could be seen under all the posters, were light beige with a border that matched the color of the carpet. The room itself was pretty large; the biggest highlight of it was a skylight in the center of the room. And if the window couldn't get better, it had a latch. Don't ask me why. Besides the latched window, nothing interested me much. Well, except for the stars attached to the ceiling. They were pretty short of being awesome.

I opened the shiny doors of the closet to be greeted with the most colorful things on the planet. Shirts of hot pink and short shorts flashing with neon green flashed before my very eyes. Those clothes were absolutely hideous and whoever this girl had been… or well, whoever I had been before this… my fashion sense must have been pretty bad. I reached for a pair of shorts holding them close to my face, trying to remember a time that I would have wanted to wear these things. A sudden glimmer flashed before me and before I could catch it, a letter slipped out of the shorts, along with a picture.

I looked at the picture first, focusing on what I looked like. My hair was terribly short from what I could see. Half of my head was covered with a horrible cowboy hat that edged down past my forehead, my sapphire, blue eyes peeking out. Past the edges of the hat tumbled out short, raven hair. They curled slightly and were so dark that they looked blue. I wore one of the brightest smiles I've ever seen and stuck out my chest proudly.

Shifting my gaze, I focused on the guy standing next to me. He had slung his arm across my shoulders, and was smiling. He wasn't smiling nearly as bright as I had been, but he looked happy enough. His hair was a rumpled mess and I realized suddenly that I had only ripped his hat off his head seconds before. Tears formed in my eyes and I threw the picture down onto my bed before opening up the letter.

It was old. The kind of old where the paper feels so nice and tattered beneath your fingers, the kind of old that this letter needed to feel right for me. It crinkled as I opened it and I was almost afraid of ripping it.

'Dear Jubilee,

This is just to say that I am going away because it is the best thing I can do. Without my adamantium-laced skeleton, and my healing factor not being what it used to be, I ain't hardly the best any longer. I am just a liability to the rest of the team. I retire my pinstripes before I get traded to the minors. I understand that you are going through a difficult time right now. I wish I could stay here for you, but it just cannot be.

I am not going to tell you that you have to be strong, because you are one of the strongest people I have ever met. You have the strength to go on being happy and have fun, despite the bad things that happened to you and the horrors you have seen. You don't have a callus on your soul like some folks who have had it half as bad as you. So go on laughing, Darling. Hold on to your wonder—

--Aww, here I go getting all preachy!

You just stick to the professor Xavier like glue, do you hear me? He did all right by this old Canuckle-Head and he will do good by you!

Do not be sad for me, Jubilee. I am starting a whole new phase in my life! A new adventure! So, think of me sometimes and smile, because that is how I will always remember you. And remember that I will always miss you…

…more than you will ever know.

Love,

Logan'

And then, I don't know why, but tears came to my eyes as I pictured the scene: Me, standing with his hat on my head-waving goodbye to a broken man, watching him roar out of the drive until he was a dot on the horizon. I clutched the letter to my chest wondering where that man was now, and if I had or would see him again. I don't know what I was really trying to do, but clutching the letter put my mind at ease.

But still, sadness swept through me and made me want to crumble the letter into a tiny ball. Of course I didn't, but that doesn't mean I still didn't want to. So, to be on the safe side, I left the letter next to the picture and went about investigating that skylight. I wanted to be out close to the sky and not think for a little. Watching the clouds seemed the only solution.

I started to walk to the door, but stopped myself. I didn't know the way to the roof any better than a fish knew it's way to land. Or wait… do fish actually know where land is if they spend all their life in water? Dude, do they like avoid land… or not know what it is?

Shaking my head to clear my thoughts, I pulled the chair from the desk in the corner and led it to my skylight. I kicked the wheels in, hoping they wouldn't decide to dislodge or something and send me flying. So I kicked off my heels and climbed atop the chair. I pushed with all my might and the window gave way. Gripping the edge, I started to climb right through. But of course, nothing goes right in Sapphire land… well, except the beautiful boyfriend… or, crap! He wasn't even my stupid boyfriend anymore, right? Angrily, I kicked my leg out and the chair went skidding across the room and hit a bare wall. Well, great… now my chair wasn't even on my side anymore. I groaned and tried to fling my body upward toward the opening I knew I could fit through.

Okay, is it just me… or was this plan really bad from the start? I wouldn't even be able to fit through this stupid window if I even edged closer and got my head even half way out. My hands were starting to sweat and I had just about had it. There was only one thing to do: drop to the hard, wooden floor and hope for the best… or, well… just hang there. Fortunately, just as I fell, arms went tightly around me and held me close.

When I opened my frightened eyes, a dude with red eyes was staring into my blue ones. I stared questioningly into his eyes, giving myself just a second to remember this face. When I shook my head angrily, he let me down and started to walk out of the room. But something in me made calling out his name somehow easier and some part of me actually formed some coherent words.

"Remy," I said with a determined note in my voice. And if that wasn't his name… then I knew I was lost forever. But his name hung in the air and we studied each other for a long minute. His name echoed in my head, and I began to say it again before he cut me off abruptly.

"An' dey say de petit' don' remember…" He looked into my eyes again and then there was, "but not everything, oui?"

I nodded and tried to smile brightly, but it didn't work. Fresh tears assaulted my eyes, turning the room to one big mist. He walked forward and hugged me lightly and then, just like magic, he made so much of my blurred world disappear even if it was only just for a moment. "Shh…Remy help, petit'. Remy will help."