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On with story!

Um… ow. Fucking ow.

My.

Head.

Hurt.

A.

Lot.

"Jubilee! Jubes, wake up." It was Angelo calling my name. I swear if I wake up to hear an X-man or X-woman calling my name one more time, I'm gonna flip. How many times has it been now… three? "Jubilee… please."

"Okay… okay, ya woke me up." I could answer, but please… I would not open my eyes. God forbid we were someplace with bright lights or something. I reached up to find the epicenter for the humongous pain I was feeling, and sucked in a breath as my hand glided over a very tender part of my head. "W-what happened, Ange?"

"Sixteen stitches, Chica and a near heart attack."

"I almost had a heart attack?"

"No. I did."

"Oh, well that makes sense." A pause followed and I dared to open my eyes. I was back in the med-lab again. The lights were dimmed this time. Thank God for Beast's enormous memory span or I would have spent my first two minutes blinking back the tears. Light hurts, dude. "Okay… nice stalling work, but seriously Ange, what happened? Why am I back here?"

"Y-you don't remember?" I looked at him for a moment, slowly removing my hand back down from the back of my head. And then I remembered.

I remembered my speech to Logan. I remembered Logan's speech to me. And I remembered the weightless feeling as I flew through the air and landed smack dab against the bar wall. I remember him briefly stopping to stand over me and then leaving just as quickly. And then all I remember is passing into wonderful darkness.

I dropped my gaze from Angelo's eyes and steadily focused my stare on my twisting hands. "He didn't… it couldn't have happened, Ange."

"Jube, you know better than I do what happened in there, but you and I both know that there's nothing else that could have happened to you other than what did. You just didn't fly into that wall on your own and don't even begin to tell me you did. There are witnesses, not so many, but witnesses just the same. And if you hadn't been lying there bleeding and out cold, I would have gone after him."

"Don't say that! Don't say that he did it. Angelo, he was just hurt and confused and… I pushed him too far! I should hav—"

"Are you kidding? You're blaming yourself? He threw you into the wall, Jubilee. He not only hurt you mentally again, but physically this time!" I stood up, jumped off the hospital bed and pushed him out of my way.

"How dare you, Angelo. You know nothing about Logan and my relationship. He's never hurt me befo—"

He came forward, affected by my push in the least bit. "How do you explain those stitches then, chica? How do you explain your tears? How do you explain your broken heart?"

I pushed him away from me again, and again, and again. He grabbed my arms and held them against his chest, forcing me to be wrapped in his arms. With a half sob and a half scream I gave into his embrace and cried into his torso. By doing so I was admitting that Angelo had been right and I couldn't explain my stitches, my tears, or my broken heart.

"Hey Jubes."

"Hi Bobby."

I sat, a week after getting out of the med-lab yet again, on the big comfy couch located in the lower region of the Rec Room. I wasn't really doing anything. The TV was on, but I wasn't watching it nor was I listening to it. My attention wasn't fixated on my surroundings, but on the bar that I had encountered Logan in. I couldn't help but keep on going over it in my head. I got sadder each time I did it, but it was like some obsession. If I had just done this or had just done that it wouldn't have and couldn't have ended the way it had. Or at least that's what I was convincing myself.

"Jubes."

"Yeah," I answered absent-mindedly.

"You do know what you're watching, right?" I didn't answer because I hadn't even heard him. I was still thinking about that night and his voice just wasn't cutting through. "Jubilee," he said it a bit louder and this time I heard him, but didn't ask him to repeat what he had said before.

I got up and spoke rather quickly, "I gotta go, Bobby. I'll talk to you later or something…"

I walked up and out of the Rec room and walked straight through the double front doors of the school. No one was really around and I was grateful. I didn't feel like talking. And I guess that's why I brushed off Bobby. I just didn't feel like… being distracted from my thoughts.

I was so stupid. Shouldn't I have wanted someone to distract me? Shouldn't I have wanted someone to just get rid of that scene in my head? I sighed and sat down on the front steps, head cupped in my hands. And when the door opened behind me, I didn't even turn around to look who was there, because I didn't care. Although I did find out that the person who had opened the door and then sat next to me was the one and only 'Bobster'. Again.

"Don't you learn your lesson, Bobby? I don't want to talk to anyone! So just leave me alone." I got up to walk away again, but he grabbed my arm lightly.

"No. Jubilee, listen… whatever's going on in your head right now—"

"You don't know what's going on in my head right now, okay? So don't even start to say all that crap about understanding, because you don't!"

"I never—" but I cut him off.

"I don't want to hear it! Everyone comes into my life saying all this crap about second chances and third chances and fourth chances, but they never work out the way people say they're going to!" I struggle out of his grip and sit down heavily. "A second chance for the X-men, a second chance for Wolverine, a second chance for Jimmy, a second chance for Angelo… a second chance on living life without… Wolvie?" The old nickname dripped from my voice kind of like the tears that dripped off my chin and onto my knees. "How can I do it again?"

Bobby lifted my chin with his hand and our eyes locked. Gently, he reached his other hand forward and wiped away my multitude of tears. "Don't you see that he doesn't deserve you? Look how unhappy he makes you, Jubilee. If he really loved you, he wouldn't make you cry, right? Maybe you just grew apart and that's the end. God, here we are having the same exact conversation we did three years ago. Your smile is too pretty for it not to be shown. So smile."

I sniffed. And although his words were hard for me to accept, deep within me a huge weight was lifted. I knew Bobby spoke the truth. And I had to let go of that something which was so far gone and out of my reach… So I lightened up. "I promise I'll smile if you sing me a song."

He looked at me like I was crazy, but leaned away and screamed more than sang, "I DON'T WANNA CLOSE MY EYES…" I laughed and he stopped to look at me. His face went serious and he looked at me with a piercing stare that deserved a medal. Before my heart could even skip a beat, he was kissing me and I was kissing him back.

Bobby and I kissed. Bobby and I kissed. Bobby and I kissed! EEEEEEEEEEeeee!!!!!!

I guess though, sometimes something that may seem so right for one person may seem just so wrong for another. Angelo, without me knowing, was standing near by. In his hands were tapes for me, movies to cheer me up. As Angelo loosened his grip up in surprise, the tapes crashed to the walkway. Bobby and I broke apart only to catch sight of a very, very hurt Angelo.

"Ange, just wait a second, will ya?"

Exactly five minutes had passed since Angelo had seen Bobby and me kissing. He had ran off, losing the movies in the process and then I had ran after him, probably losing Bobby in the process. I just wanted to explain to him what had been going on. But I guess I kind of had to figure out just what exactly was going on.

I mean, so Bobby and me kissed. And I liked it, and I think he liked it since he started it and if he hadn't he would've pulled away, but we kind of sort of stayed that way and… deeeeep breaths, Jubilee. To simplify things, Angelo saw Bobby and me kissing. Oh, and Wolverine hates my guts. Hey! This week is going great! (Note: Sarcasm makes the world taste good.)

"Angelo!" And he's not answering and that is so not helping. "Angelooooo… oh! You're right here. Well, hi then." He was sitting on a stump, (ha ha, his rump was on a stump! Okay, okay back to Ange. I can be serious), head in hands looking rather serious. I walked over and sat down as well. He got up. So I guess our rumps wouldn't be sharing the stump then?

"Ugh," he muttered, right before he began pacing.

"Ange," I started as gently as I could. "I'm really, really sor—"

"No. Save your sorry's. Save your sympathy. Just leave me alone."

I tried to say, "Angelo, I really am—" but he cut me off.

"I love you. Did you know that? And I was and am such an idiot. I tried too hard and too much. I became too… puppy dog-like and… ugh!"

I didn't speak, but just watched him pace along the same path over and over. Words bubbled up in my mouth, but my lips couldn't seem to move. I just thought he'd get over me, ya know? It'd been like six years since the night I left and things like that go away. But, oh God, this wasn't a thing. He loved me, and I didn't love him back.

I mean yeah, so I loved him like a brother, (a stretchable brother, but what the hey). But I could never love him like that.

I got up to just do something with myself. And I certainly was not expecting what would come next.

He kissed me.

But, it wasn't even a nice kiss. If he was trying to convince me to choose him or something, this was not a kiss to do so. I mean, it was hard and angry and just so not what Bobby and I had shared only moments before. It was just so… just not right.

He pulled away and spoke fast, "What can Bobby give you that I can't? One laugh and then a goodbye? I love you, chica. What could be better than that?"

"Everything." And then there was Bobby tromping through the underbrush and striding right into the same light Angelo and I were in. I stepped out of Angelo's arms and stood back for a minute. God, the messes that seem to come my way. "I can give her everything you can't! I can give her acceptance and love and laughter that lasts more than a minute! I can give her everything you can't!" He edged closer to Angelo. Angelo tried to break in, but he cut him off. "Why'd she leave you six years ago never to return, huh? How come you were the first to give up and say Jubilee was dead? I never—"

I gasped aloud when Angelo's fist came out of nowhere and knocked straight into Bobby's jaw. Bobby staggered back for a moment, holding the injured side of his face, but he only staggered for a second. He charged at Angelo, catching him off guard and they both tumbled to the ground. I stood there, trying to act rationally, but my temper was definitely getting the better of me. I walked over to the tumbling pair and without a cry of warning released a bunch of sparks. The sparks did as I told and with a burst of light, Bobby and Angelo were separated, blinking rapidly and with only slightly singed clothing.

"Listen and listen well," I said in my best Emma Frost I-have-authority-voice. "Number one, if you wanna go and wrestle, fine by me. But please for the sake of humanity, get a room first and close the blinds. Number two, if I ever catch you two arguing over me again… there won't be a me, 'cause I'll have left. Both of you are acting like immature, pre-teen brats. If I wanted some teen drama, I'd go and watch re-runs of Dawson's Creek." (Joey definitely should have picked Dawson!) "Neither of you is on my 'people-I want-to-date- list', so get over it!"

Throwing my hands into the air, I walked away and didn't look back. Guys, can't live with 'em and can't kill 'em either. Not to mention of course that neither could be on my 'list' since that list was only meant to have three people on it anyway. (Heath Ledger, Hugh Jackman, and the very handsome Viggo Mortensen) so VIP's only!

Only, well… I would have cleared any of those three names for Bobby. I just guess some things aren't meant to be. But then, why did my tears start to fall and not stop? Why was my heart aching and tearing into two jagged pieces?

I sighed and made way for my own personal solitude. I didn't know where I could exactly find that, but if I didn't find it soon, I knew I was gonna go insane.