I Have No Lover and She Hasn't the Prettiest of Eyes

Chapter 1: Self-titled

Disclaimer: I do not own the x-men or even the title of this story because its a lyric from a song entitled "Ebolarama" by Every Time I Die

Sam's grin slid across his face just as easy as a hot knife through butter. He eased off the base, close enough to tag it should the pitcher have something up her sleeve, but enough to give him a good lead. He saw Rachel tensing up to pitch and readied his self to run. "Hey Batter, batter, batter!" The opposing team's yelling was loud, but over it all he could hear Jubilee's voice shouting. 'She's always been loud,' he thought to himself. He saw the release of the ball from Rachel's hand and instantly took off, his tall, lanky frame heading at full speed towards second base. The crack of the bat against a ball told him he wasn't the only one running. He never even saw the ball or where it was heading, just concentrated on the base that lay before him. He looked to get Logan, the third base coach's approval, but was denied so he simply stopped at second. "Not bad Country, but I don't think you're gonna make it home today." Sam looked over at Jubilee briefly, letting the smile ease back on his face as he concentrated on Rachel's next move. "Now what's a small fry like you doin' on second base Jubilee. If Ah were your coach Ah woulda put ya ta use playing short stop," he said, emphasizing the word short. "Oooo Guthrie, making fun of me because I'm short, that's really original."

Sam saw the next pitch and knew it was going to be a strike. Bobby was at bat and had never been the best of athletes. He let himself settle into the taunting he and Jubilee had begun. "Well now, coming from a girl who's using southern stereotypes I guess I aint' too original after all. How about we make fun of your accent and you can make fun of my height?" Before Jubilee could come up with a retort Bobby had nailed a ball to the outfield and Sam had taken off towards third. He made it safely and saw Paige had made it to second, Bobby had been tagged out though, giving their team two outs. "Samuel, so good to see you have made it to third." "Dr. McCoy," Sam said, knowing that the Dr. was just trying to lure his attention off the ball. He began to ease off the base again without a smile on his face, just determination. He would make it, if just to prove Jubilee wrong. He saw that Scott was up and became even more determined than ever to make it to home. "Hey Country, I'm telling you, you ain't gonna make it to home plate." Both Paige and Sam had looked over at Jubilee as she often used the name for both of them. "Either one of you," Jubilee said to clear up the confusion. Sam just sat back and got ready for the pitch and there it was. Scott hit it soundly sending it down the first base line and through Angel's legs before it stopped rolling near the back fence. Sam had, as before, taken off at the sound of the bat and made it home and saw that his sister had made it safely to third. After twenty more minutes of play his team was back on the field for the bottom of the ninth inning.

Sam was set up at second base, having proved to be more than competent at the position over the many games he had played with his friends. Jubilee came to bat blowing bubble gum and just as calm as ever. In the past few games he had seen that Jubilee, despite being a mallrat, wasn't a bad baseball player. In fact she was rather good. Her hits and her fielding were always dependable, but never flashy. She just did what she had to, and Sam respected that. Three minutes later she was on second. "So Jubilee what was that about not making it home? If I remember correctly both me and mah sister's feet touched the plate and if that ain't home I don't know what is." "Congratulations Country, you made it to home. Now then, I think we were trying to avoid the typical stereotypes in our ranking of the other." He saw her eyes were firmly on the pitcher at the mound. "Yep."

"Well did you come up with something?"

"Nope, you?"

"Yeah when's the last time you ate? You're skinnier than Alli McBeale on a bad day. I thought you southern kids ate hardy and all that stuff. Beast been stealing your food? You want me to get him for ya?"

Sam bit on his tongue to suppress a laugh. "Last time I ate was probly about noon. So Jubilee when you gonna take them contacts out so we can see your real eye color? I mean ya been wearin' 'm since you was 13 and that was seven years ago. We want you for who you really are." He saw this got to her when her shoulders hunched ever so slightly.

"Alright Sam, we might have to continue this later, seeing as I'll be at home in about 45 seconds as Beast is now up to bat."

"Lookin' forward to it Jubilee." The ball was out of the park and Jubilee was already heading towards third just as he finished. Powers or no powers Beast was still stronger than most and capable with a bat. "Good day to you Samuel," Beast said as he rounded the bases, signaling the end of the game.

Sam and the rest of his teammates congratulated the other team, asking for a rematch next week, which was obliged by the others. Sam helped his team put up the equipment, which was the only punishment for losing the game. Afterwards they tramped back towards the school. As they walked Sam remembered he had a danger room appointment in an hour. "Ah gotta run ya'll," and with that he blasted away towards the school, arriving in less than a minute, which beat the fifteen minute walk he would have had to take otherwise. He set down at the front door and went in, heading towards the kitchen for a glass of water. After the cold drink he made his way up the stairs and found his room, a sharp contrast to Paige's usual messiness. Their mother's reminders to make their beds and clean their room everyday had stuck with Sam, while Paige had left them behind her. He lay on his bed for half an hour, trying to think of another come back next time he should see Jubilee.

When it seemed he wouldn't be able to come up with anything new, something hit him. He smiled at his newest idea, got up, suited up, and began walking towards the Danger Room. His exercise today was to meet up with a mystery partner (usually someone's powers that had nothing to do with yours) and then you and the other would then face an unknown enemy. After the conflict each participant would be graded on their teamwork, fighting skills, and their innovation. Last time he'd done this particular exercise it had been with Wolverine, they had both scored highly. 'Wonder who the next partner could be,' he thought to his self, 'suppose I'll be finding out in just a minute.' He turned the corner and saw her standing there as if she'd been waiting for days. "Well now if it ain't Jubilee. You ready for what's behind these doors," he asked good naturedly. "You know it, Country. Let's show 'em what we're made of." "Snips, and snails, and puppy dog tails, or so I've heard," Sam quipped before putting in his access code. "That's so lame Guthrie," Jubilee said. His code was accepted and they made their way into the room.

Hope the first chapter wasn't too bad, please review and let me know how it was/is, whatever.