The Day That Wouldn't End, But Then Did Part 2

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sorry its taken me so long to write this chapter. I was really busy last week, but I think I'm back on track. Thanks to all my reviewers and readers, you guys rocket.

When Jubilee heard her alarm she was out of her bed before her eyes were open and as a result cracked her head on her dresser. She sat on the floor, hand to her head and silently cursed herself. Dizziness or not, though, she refused to be late on her first date and quickly dressed herself before checking herself in the mirror. She gasped; the bruise was a highly noticeable purple and blue. To make things worse the bruise was beginning to swell. "Oh great," she said with a frustrated sigh. Still, she knew this wasn't that big of a deal. Maybe to people like Monet or Emma Frost, but not to her...right? There was a small part of her that didn't want to leave her room, that wanted to start the day over again. The more assertive side said to just forget about it and move on. She did and ran promptly into Bobby who then proceeded to ask her if it was 'Severe Blow to the Head Day.' She responded by giving him a severe blow to the head of his own and then continued to walk down the hallway.

Kittie found Bobby fifteen minutes later in the dining room, holding a bag of ice to his head. "Bobby, what happened to you," she asked, more out of curiosity than concern. After all a bruise on an X-man was just as normal as warts on a frog. "Jubilee," he moaned.

"What'd you do to her," she asked, knowing very well that Bobby had probably deserved the knock on his head. He just didn't know when to stop or when not to start, depending on the situation.

"I kinda made fun of her because she had a big bruise on her head," he said as he took the bag of ice away. He had to admit he was feeling pretty ridiculous talking to someone with a bag of ice on his head. Especially when that person was Kitty.

"So what have we learned from this Bobby?"

"It's easier to make fun of Sam than it is Jubilee?"

"No," she said and then flicked his bruise with her forefinger.

"Kittie! Do you know how much that hurts!"

"No, tell me." An impish grin founds its way on to her face, causing his throat to go dry.

"Uh... hey, listen, since I won the bet and everything I have all this extra cash laying about. So I was thinking I could take somebody out to dinner."

"Really," the impish grin now replaced with a more mischievous one. She started to sweat a little in anticipation of what he was going to say.

"Yeah, but um you know, who would go with me, right? Then I started thinking more positively, letting the ego grow a little bit. I said to myself, well, who wouldn't want to go with me? So that way I had a lot more people to choose from. I narrowed it down from the universe's population to the world's population, then the population of the US, then the population of New York, then the population of the mansion. Then I decided to narrow it down even more and say I would only take a female, and then I took it farther by saying I would only take a single female. Finally, I narrowed it down to single females who lived in the mansion and could walk through walls. But who?"

"Who could it be Bobby?" She widened her eyes, as if in suspense. She had always liked teasing Bobby.

"Katherine Pryde, would you go to dinner with me," he said before executing a bow, that came off as odd since he was still sitting.

"Sure Bobby."

"Bruises and all?"

"Bruises and all."

"Yeah," he screamed excitedly as he jumped out of his chair. He quickly sat back down after realizing his outburst. "So where do you want to go," he asked, hoping that she hadn't noticed his earlier excitement.

Jubilee and Sam joined them in the dining room before Kittie gave him an answer though. "Sam I keep telling you I'm fine. I don't need to put ice on it," Jubilee said as they entered.

"Ah heard ya the first 'Lee, but we got plenty of time. Just sit back and relax for half an hour. Ah'll get you a bag of ice and... Bobby what happened to your head," Sam asked, making both Kitty and Jubilee laugh, while Bobby simply pointed at Jubilee in reply. "And she only hit ya once," Sam said with a smile.

"Hey Sam, guess what?"

"What Kitty?"

"Bobby has chosen me to go on a date with him tonight."

"Really? Well now, how about that Bobby? You finally did somethin' about the girl you been after since she got back a year ago."

"Well..." Bobby couldn't think of anything to say and decided to just sit back and let Sam win this round. Meanwhile, Hank and Monet had begun to raid the refrigerator.

"Hmm I believe we may need more than one box of Twinkies for this outing my dear," Henry said as he looked through the picnic basket.

"Perhaps you're right Henry. We shall certainly need this mustard and the ham of course."

"Hmm, it would seem more efficient then to carry the refrigerator and all of its contents, wouldn't it," he said, feeling a grin tug at his lips.

"Yes I suppose so and for people of our power that should not be too hard of a task." They were able to stay straight faced for ten seconds more before they burst into laughter at the absurdity of their conversation. Without thinking Hank embraced Monet and placed a kiss on her forehead, neither noticed as they continued to laugh. "I shall make the sandwiches if you toss the salad," Hank said, his voice still full of mirth.

"I believe I can do that," Monet said as Sam walked in looking for a Ziploc bag and some ice. He knew that Bobby could have reduced Jubilee's swelling with his powers, but he didn't trust Bobby too much right now.

"Why Samuel shouldn't you have left by now," Hank asked as began pulling out different condiments from the refrigerator and setting them on the counter.

"Yeah, but Jubilee busted her head on her dresser so Ah'm tryin' to talk her into waitin' a while before we go walkin'"

"Is she ok," Monet asked, though she wasn't terribly worried. At one time she had thought Jubilee's head was made out of concrete after having seen the girl take several blows to the head over their time together on Generation X.

"Yeah, she's alright. Ah just wanted to reduce the swelling. Hers ain't quite as bad as Bobby's, though."

"I heard that," Bobby yelled from the dining room.

"Its the truth Bobby," Kitty said, "the things, like, the size of a huge egg."

"Doesn't mean everybody has to know," Bobby pouted playfully.

"Sam can we go now," Jubilee asked as she impatiently began to look out the window.

"Hold on one sec Lee," Sam said as he found a bag and quickly filled it with ice before bringing it to her and placing it on her forehead. "How's that feel?"

Jubilee gazed up at him and said, "Good," before blushing ever so slightly. She'd never had somebody take care of her like this, except for maybe Wolvie, but that was different. This was a man with whom she had no relation. He was taking care of her because he cared for her and not because he was going to get anything out of it. "Can we wait a few more minutes, just um, till the swelling goes down." 'Lame, Jubilee, so lame,' she berated herself.

"Be glad to Jubilee," he said, enjoying the moment with her and then thinking how much better the actual date would be.