Chapter 33: Waking the Dead
Kitty didn't wake happy, so Jubilee shrugged and went next door to Rogue's room. She banged on the door loudly (Rogue was sometimes hard to wake).
She heard the murmur of sleepy voices and some rustling, and then Rogue opened the door blinking sleepily. "What's goin' on, Jube?" she said through a yawn. She cast a self-conscious glance back into the room.
Jubilee picked up on it. "What's going on with you? You got company in there, Roguey?"
Rogue nodded, too tired to dissemble. "Yeah, so keep it down, will ya?"
Jubilee eyed Rogue's bare hands and arms (and legs) warily. "Rogue, sorry for asking, but… are you killing someone in there? I heard voices, and you're practically naked here…"
Rogue rolled her eyes. "Jubilee, what do you want?" she demanded.
"I just wanted to tell you that Remy's back—and he made a pass at me!"
Rogue nodded. "Good for him. I didn't know he'd been away. Good night." She started to close the door, but Jubilee blocked it with her arm.
"No, really, Rogue, what the hell's going on? Who've you got in there, with you being all uncovered and all?" Jubilee was starting to get concerned. Rogue had been acting a little secretive lately, ever since she'd gone on that mission with the X-Men. Had she gone off the deep end or something?
There was a rustling sound, and then Wolverine appeared, looking surly. Well, even surlier than usual, Jubilee amended her thought. He looked at her with an expression of extreme dislike.
"Listen, kid: take your arm off the flamin' door this second, or I'll take it off… and I ain't talkin' about the door." He growled.
Jubilee gulped and took her arm off the door.
"Good. Now, turn around and get the hell out of our morning. You got that?"
Jubilee backed up a little, but still gazed suspiciously at Rogue. "Roguey, are you okay?" She wondered if Wolverine was somehow hurting her friend or something.
Rogue sighed. "Ah'm fine, Jube. Just—just leave us alone for a while, will you?"
"If you're sure you're okay…" Jubilee pressed.
Rogue, having reached the limits of her patience, reached out and placed her bare hand on Jubilee's shoulder in a mockery of a concerned gesture. Jubilee shrank away from the touch, her eyes going wide.
"I said," Rogue repeated, patting Jubilee's cheek lightly with her other hand, "I'm fine."
Gasping with fear, Jubilee broke and ran.
Rogue exchanged grins with Logan. "Wonder how long it'll take her to realize I didn't hurt her when I touched her?"
"Not anytime soon. She doesn't strike me as being long on brains. Now come back to bed, darlin'; we still have a couple hours before you have to go see Hank."