Jubilee began to draw energy towards her body, but noticed a movement in the shadows of the darkening solarium.

"Dr. Lee, there you are! I've been looking all over for you."

A long-limbed beauty crossed the room, towering over her. Jubilee relaxed and gave a genuine smile as she recognized Dr. Misha Patrova. Widowed at a young age when her husband had died from leukemia, she was both a beautiful and brilliant physicist. Tall and slender, she had brilliant green eyes, and her platinum blond hair gave her an exotic look. Her specialty was wave theories, and she often corresponded with Jubilee about her work.

They often attended the same conferences, and had found that they were kindred spirits as they attended a boring lecture one day. Jubilee liked that Misha didn't censor her opinions of life, and her eternal optimism was refreshing. They got along so well that she had even stayed with her while visiting St. Petersburg last winter. Misha had showed her the sights, taking her shopping and introducing her to her daughter Katrina. Under different circumstances she would have looked forward to spending time with her friend, but right now her first priority was finding Logan.

"Please, Misha, call me Jubilee. I insist. We've known each other too long to be so professional."

"Dah, Jubilee." She brought her hand up in a mock solute. "I just had to find you when I heard about the costume party tonight! Fender Industries is having it at a nightclub downtown. Dinner, drinks, the works. I heard they paid a fortune to have some Cirque de Soleil performers provide entertainment. Not to mention it's the best jazz club in Paris!" Misha's eyes sparkled with excitement.

"Wow, excited much, Misha?" Jubilee teased her friend. "How did you even say all that without taking a breath? And to think people used to call me hyper."

"Oh come now, you haven't gone out even one night since the conference started!" Misha eyed her knowingly, a sly smile on her face. "I know you're dedicated to this "Logan" of yours, but you don't have to live the life of a nun."

Jubilee spluttered a bit at that, not sure what to say about her friend's assumption. I won't signify that with a response…I'm here because I'm concerned about my best friend. That's all.

"I even managed to get a sitter for Katrina through the hotel." Misha wheedled. "You simply must come! Did you see those physicists from Venezuela!"

Jubilee had barely inhaled to respond that she had other plans, when she felt a strong wave of unease wash over her. Is this what it feels like to have a Spidey sense? She sighed inwardly. Yeah, yeah I get the hint. Time for a night on the town, evidently.

"Sounds like fun! I could use some relaxation after listening to McBennet's lecture." Jubilee wrinkled her nose. "How about I throw on something a lil' more appropriate and meet you down in the lobby at eight?"

"Wonderful! I'll meet you near the front desk then. And don't forget a costume!" Spinning around quickly, Misha flitted from the room with a bounce in her step.

Grrrrr, I hate being led around by fate! Jubilee marched back to her suite feeling disgruntled. Don't forget you're doing this for Logan. You don't have to like it, as long as it gets results.

Jubilee surveyed the Jazz Baby nightclub with an eye trained to take in details. A well-camouflaged smoke machine pumped out a scentless fog over the room, and the dim lights gave it a romantic feel. All of the employees were dressed in clothing from the 1920's era, from the tuxedoed servers to the scantily-clad cigarette cuties.

Chicago, eat your heart out. Jubilee thought dryly to herself.

On stage a band played the jazz of yesteryear, led by the tinkling of a pianist at the forefront and a full line of brass in the back. Hanging from the rafters of the high ceiling were long velvet ropes to either side of the stage. Two exotic acrobats swung and twirled in unison over the crowd in bright silken costumes that trailed behind them like rippling wings, adding to the celebratory mood.

Patrons were encouraged to wear outfits of the period, and from the looks of the line around the block, most were happy to comply. There was even a rental shop in the vestibule for corporate parties such as the one she was attending. Jubilee had called earlier to have a costume sent to her room, and was surprised at the fine quality of the clothing.

As she entered the room, she received more than a few stares. The shop had sent a satin ice-blue evening gown with intricate embroidery to her room. The plunging neckline gave a tantalizing view of skin, and it fell into a puddle of satin at the small of her back. Few women had the bodies to pull of such a gown, but she knew she wore it well. She had curled her long hair in a light wave and pulled it back with delicate cloisonné combs. Her pearl necklace and earrings were real, not costume, to round out the ensemble in understated elegance. Misha had rented a shimmering dress of gold silk and they made a stunning combination as they strolled towards the front of the room.

They found seats at a well-placed table near the stage, where their Venezuelan colleagues were already waiting. She was happy to pretend to listen to the nearest of her companions tell about his latest research, as she got her bearings. The party had been going for a while, and the festive mood fit well with the boisterous music in the background.

Even so, Jubilee could not shake the uneasy mood from earlier. She felt dizzy, and her pulse was beating faster from some unnamed anxiety. What's wrong with you, Lee? You've dealt with armageddons, doppelgangers, and diabolical evil masterminds. There's nothing threatening about a roomful of geeky scientists, even if they are a little tipsy.

She had a clear view of the room from her table, and she slowly eased her mental shields in increments to avoid sensory overload. She had not touched the champagne at her fingertips, and yet she felt nausea roll over her as her shields went down. It felt as though the room was spinning, and the sounds around her seemed to fade as her disorientation became more prevalent. Time slowed down and people began to move in jerking half-motions. The hair on the nape of her neck prickled as she felt her alarm increase

Logan!

Jubilee could feel him close by, and he was badly hurt, berserker rage radiating from his body like a supernova beacon. Frantically she tried to pull herself together and overcome the twirling movements and lights around her. Feeling herself close to passing out, she made an act of desperation. Honing in on Logan's psychic signature she yanked at the dimensional fabric with all her might…. and held on for dear life.

Jubilee felt herself propelled towards Logan's location in blur of sensations which made her previous nausea seem like a walk in the park. She had no idea where she was going; she only knew she couldn't lose her hold on his whereabouts so she had acted on pure instinct. The fuzziness of her surroundings cleared abruptly as she landed hard against a polished marble floor, nose first. Loud screams and gunfire rattled the room around her, and she forced herself to weakly roll over to get a fix on the surroundings.

Jubilee gawked at the chaos around her. She was still in the Jazz Baby, but she faced a much different scene. The smoke in the room was now real, from cigarettes and smoking guns. The festive mood had been replaced with scrambling patrons, fleeing for the fire exits in a stampede to escape the machine gun fire.

Searching the room for Misha, she could not help but notice that the stage held an orchestra pit that hid the musicians rather than making them the focus of the room. And although it was hazy in the room, the lighting was much brighter and came from sparkling chandeliers instead of imitation Art Deco lamps.

It doesn't make any sense. I'm at the Jazz Baby, but these aren't the same people, it doesn't even seem to be the same room…or the same time?

Blinking to clear her head from the fall, she felt someone hurtle against her and they rolled together, landing behind a nearby table. Bullets whizzed past her head, barely missing her. Slumping to the ground beneath the weight of her rescuer, she knew who it was before she even opened her eyes. Rough hands cradled her amidst the chaos as though she was a fragile piece of porcelain. Breathing in the familiar scent of whisky and cigars she opened her eyes, tears of relief falling freely as she beamed up at Logan.

What she found in his gaze though was confusion, not recognition. He held her as though he would never let her go, but he said nothing, staring at her bemusedly. As Jubilee tried to lean up on her elbows, she noticed multiple gunshot wounds bleeding freely from his white shirt, and felt him wince with the movement.

And yet he did not release her.

He held onto her like she was his anchor in a stormy sea, the only real thing in his world. Their eyes met, and for a moment nothing existed but them. Pulling her closer as gunshots rained around them, he wrapped his body protectively around her. Running his fingertips over her silky tresses, he inhaled deeply.

He doesn't know who I am!

She tentatively brushed her mind against his and found one overwhelming thought radiating from his mind.

?...MINE!

She reeled at the possessive tone, deeply startled.

Everything just came out in a rush as she blinked, trying to hold back her tears. "Oh my God, Logan! SpeaktomeI'veneverseenyouthisshotupbefore!" She trembled with the emotions that came bubbling up at seeing him again.

"Logan?" He gave her a puzzled look as she said his name and his voice seemed gruff with misuse. "I don't understand. I know you...I know I do, but I just can't remember."

Jubilee stilled, not sure of how much she wanted to reveal to him in their current locale. The situation was quickly getting out of hand, and they needed to escape. What am I doing cowering in the corner? She bristled, her temper rising. I'm one of the most powerful mutants in decades and I'm lying on the floor barely dodging bullets?

Logan's healing factor had started to push the multiple bullets from his wounds slowly, but she couldn't even count the holes in his shirt through the blood stains. Gritting her teeth, she gently eased out of his arms. She was still dizzy from the fall and time travel, but she was an X-man and had been trained to ignore such things when needed. Logan needed her now.

Phasing the matter of the table in front of them so that she could see through it, she saw that the room was still filled with a panicking crowd. She had no doubt that Logan was the target of the gangsters, but they weren't discriminative in their search of the nightclub. Focusing on filling the wiring above the chandelier with a massive globule of plasma, she took Logan's hand in hers and squeezed it reassuringly. "Trust me, Wolvie. I can get us out of here, just don't let go. No matter what."

Logan looked at her strangely at the nickname but didn't hesitate, nodding and returning the squeeze.

He must be hurting more than he lets on to be so accommodating. Get it moving, Lee.

Jubilee edged across the marble floor to the wall behind them with Logan following closely behind her. Releasing the plasma burst above the chandelier, the room was filled with a spectacular array of light and shattering glass before going dark as the electrical circuits were blown.

When they reached the wall she concentrated on the different densities and compositions of their bodies, slowly phasing them both through the wall. Phasing his adamantium was especially difficult, the molecules and particles stubborn against her efforts. It was slow work, and she had never tried to phase someone other than herself, but desperate times called for desperate measures.

There was a moment when they were intangible, only a memory of their physical bodies. She was unable to maintain her mental shields in such a state, so it felt as though they were one, their consciousness combined. Jubilee could feel trust and fear in equal parts from Logan and was a bit humbled.

I…didn't think you were afraid of anything, Wolvie.

Jubilee sent him reassurance backed with her love, and tried to mask her own worry as she concentrated on their escape.

Finally, they fell through to the other side, landing in a tumble of arms and legs in the cloak room. She was sweating from the exertion and Logan's breathing was labored as they dug their way our from behind heavy furs and winter jackets. The room was empty, as everyone had rushed into the cold through the fire exit.

"What in the holy hell did you do to piss of those guys!" She muttered and grabbed for a nearby men's jacket from the racks as Logan pulled himself upright.

He gave her an innocent look and said in a mild tone. "What makes you think I had anything to do with that mess back there?"

"Because if there's a fight in a ten-radius you're always are the one who started it."

Jubilee retorted sarcastically. "For that matter, you're usually the one who ends it too." He cracked a grin at the information like he wasn't particularly surprised.

"Time to play dress up." She held up the long overcoat and shook it in his direction. "Not that those blood stains don't look dashing, but I think we've worn out our welcome."

He smirked and allowed her to help him pull the voluminous jacket over his bloody clothes. Jubilee draped the soft cashmere scarf she had found around his neck, trying to cover the gore as best she could. A jaunty bowler hat rounded out the ensemble, tugged down over his crested hair. As for herself, she pulled a lavish silver fox coat over her gown, pulling the front together tightly to hide the blood stains from their embrace.

"Shall we, Monsieur Logan?" She laughed at the ridiculousness of the situation and found she couldn't stop, slightly hysterical. Logan's smile faded and he pulled her into his arms again, holding her tightly against him.

"I don't even know your name, darlin'…. I didn't even know my name until a few minutes ago. Everything is going to be all right, shhhh." Logan soothed her with his voice and stroked her back as she leaned against him, just breathing in his scent. She had never realized how much she had missed the way he smelled.

"It's Jubilation Lee……but you like to call me Jubilee or Jubes, Wolvie." She smiled wistfully up at him. "We need to get out of here and figure out what the hell is going on."

"Jubilee." Logan said quietly to himself.

Jubilee considered their next move. They needed to regroup in a safe place, but she couldn't think of many landmarks that would have been around during the 1920's Paris other than the most obvious ones. Much of the city had been rebuilt after World War II, and they needed a quick escape.

Perking up suddenly, she smiled up at Logan. "Hmm, I think I know somewhere we can blend in and try and figure out this mess." Tugging insistently at his coat, she led him out the front of the empty lobby.